Royal Swan - Fucked Up

Expressions of lives passed away live on in their debt

The journey begins from the tail of a swan at the end

Tributes below color spaces above and the sun

The weight of the world is measured in cells and specks that collect

The foundation compels the ladders of life to reflect and upraise

Reflections of prey charge the predator’s gaze

Wearing the face of the quarry, it takes the swan

Shows the blood as a mask on its face

Expressing the water and milk in embrace

And the sun the flames of life extinguish

And fire to impel the distinguished

Beyond the expired the spark is renewed

As the torch is propelled, the swan song crescendo to bid death farewell

The journey ends with a swan at the top

The earth facing the sky as the ultimate sum of the lives

That it chose to survive and shine

Back at the sun to take the world between your bill

(To leave enough and have your fill)

To leave the water but drink the milk

(To spin the wool with silk)

To be a royal swan