It's the sound of our world resurging
The sound of theirs falling apart
A cosmic seed falls from the heights
From the bowels of the sky
A new creation takes shape
An evolved being created from
A polished collection of errors
No matter how long it takes us to
This dying current till we heal
In this lonely and desolated place
I can hear nothing but silence
Is it mine this body I inhabit?
I don't recognize the thoughts
No matter how long it takes us to
This dying current till we heal
And honesty's a sacrifice
But slowly the tide is turning
No matter how long it takes us to
This dying current till we heal