Obliviatis
An Hispanic dream, under a sky in flame
Sand burns your feet, and your throat feels the same
Is this how Aztec priests fell
Another day, another hell
An Aztec fire� fire that burns deep
An Aztec fire� where the hunger never sleeps
Ever searching, never whole
Why is it so empty, my life�s bowl
Its just the Aztec in your soul
In the fire, you are whole
We become more animated, when we dream of the unknown
That impossible task makes us continue to grow
As impurities burn off, life unfolds
An all that remains is Aztec gold
When its my time, to test that which I believe
All those complex tapestries to unweave
Drawn into the brightest fire at the last
Was the theology true, or just a control freaks blast?