It came across the wood and barren fields
A message from beyond the hollow hills
I'm drawn toward the call of distant sands
The wasp inside is in command
The sense of motion is in my eyes
Conjures illusions of passing time
I come at last upon a ruined wall
The wasp's tower is standing tall
To take the future a broken man
To take their hopes and dreams within my hands
Inside the golden hall I come across
The living statue of the inner wasp
The waves of time shall flow from their eyes
Crashes on the rocks of their vacant minds
Spiritual prison that we live within
Shall not be pierced inside by the wasp's sting