Indigo Children

 
sanctify the red in you and bleed metaphors
never has there been a time like this one
purging your thoughts scry

divining the need of the stars
spoken into being an age of technology
the suns=sons align
lighting on your minds with desire

the stars themselves care what you believe
hanging heavy with knowledge they speak
the genius of the earth their star children perceive
ideas manifest and are now changing the earth herself, of space itself

come forth children of Nod
and sleep no more
awaken little dark stars
with a flurry of understanding arise
talking to the darkness bend time

it's now or never cross the great void
and meet your God