Origins of the Creed - Dan Bull

Even the softest step

Leaves footprints in the sand

Whether you hold coin

Or blade

Or bow within your hand

Even the lightest touch

Leaves traces in the dust

When coins are spent

Bows are broken

Blades decayed to rust

I write my lyrics out in lines of hieroglyphics

At about a mile a minute

Never mind the vile and wicked

Violent images, it might elicit

I defy the cynics' diatribes and missives

Swimming in the Nile and give a smiling crocodile a grimace

For those who might have missed it

My mind is mystic

Like my life is mythic

So don’t you try to shift it

I’m a highly gifted kind of misfit

The sands of time slide aside the pyramids

In a manner that’s quite unscientific

I take a large obelisk or the hard top of a sarcophagus

And stick it in a hippapotamus' oesophagus as if it’s bottomless

I can’t stop it, it’s hopeless armed like an octopus

Hopping off of the top of an acropolis

Popping off above Ptolemy’s populace

With a bronze khopesh and a lot of guts

Plus tell you what I’ll just

Posthumously drop you off at the necropolis

Say ta for the lift

Cleopatra’s a goddess, a prophetess

Don’t even need to ask what the profit is

She’s backed up with actual providence

Even the softest step

Leaves footprints in the sand

Whether you hold coin

Or blade

Or bow within your hand

Even the lightest touch

Leaves traces in the dust

When coins are spent

Bows are broken

Blades decayed to rust

It all starts with one

A single grain of gold

Finally fed up of living every day with pain untold

'Til every woman, every child, every man

Is a grain of sand sliding through the cracks in the pharoah’s hand

Here I live amid the pyramids

Appearing in a vision, spirited

And near enough as soon as I’ve seen a rib

I stuck a spear in it

It is intimate

It’s been a minute

Since I cut a ligament of an innocent

An uninhibited, illegitimate

Son of the rhythm and instruments

Maybe it’s grandiloquent

To say I haven’t equivalents

But stringing up such intricate linguistics

Is a stimulant

That’ll open my iris

And I’m hoping Osiris finds us

The brotherhood is born, we leave our other form behind us

Julius Caesar truly is eager

To zoom in and be the nubian leader

Maybe he’s doomed to achieve it

A new Egypt soon’ll be breathing

A few more tombs to explore really deep in

Tutankhamun’s seen that you’re thieving

You’re impeding hes sleep, little heathen

So there better be a really good reason

Whereas we never need sleep

Cyrene’s serene enough for us

Every leader succumbs

Even queen Nefertiti’s head becomes a bust

Whereas we never need sleep

Cyrene’s serene enough for us

There’s a deep heat

Sending each and every piece of dust to dust

Even the softest step

Leaves footprints in the sand

Whether you hold coin

Or blade

Or bow within your hand

Even the lightest touch

Leaves traces in the dust

When coins are spent

Bows are broken

Blades decayed to rust