The Seven Liers-In-Wait

They are seven
Under depths of the ocean
They are seven
In the shining heavens
They are seven

Who is this?
Doubt it's not the progenitors of science
(Looking for life)
Or is it their archontic nature?
True to the eyes of what you know
That you'll find certain
Thus misled reason proposes itself
A dose of poison

They are seven
Under depths of the ocean
They are seven
In the shining heavens
They are seven

Am I familiar?
Nor are they few
These bespoked sensors are wide-gamed
To clear your thoughts
Or maybe void of occult forces
Your ideas are the language of the buried
And they are
(So take it back! So take it back!)
It is their archontic structure
Thus misled reason proposes itself
A dose of poison

They are seven
Under depths of the ocean
They are seven
In the shining heavens
They are seven

Am I familiar?
I will bind those gargoyles
By their names
Sitting in high archangels
Spirit of sun
The spirit of earth
They are seven
They are familiar
They are seven
Wonders in wait