Messenger/Reflex

We're the lucky ones, we reach the part of surpassing someone, where we can stop at becoming them, and don't— Has your father instructed you? Yes. Do you know where creatures go when they pass away? No. Do you know how they come back? Now. Do you know where the two ways separate; one going to the gods, the other to the father? Not yet. Do you know why the yonder world is never filled? No, not yet. Do you know how it is that the fifth libation comes to be called man? No. Then why did you say you were instructed? We're the lucky ones, we reach the part of surpassing someone where we can stop at becoming them and don't. Happy leap over the invisible counterplayer to where the mangled enigma trusts us with its secrets and before we know it      We're the lucky ones, we reach the part of surpassing someone where we can stop at becoming them and          We're the lucky ones        We can hold all the blood in the world and still be ourselves, we don't disappear