Origins Of The Creed Dan Bull

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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