Watch the futures
Morphing of the lands
Separations
Destruction by the hands
I thought a hundred times that I believed in more
But the simplicity is chalking up the score
We survive
Only by our nature
Basic cells
Forming nomenclature
10 hundred-thousand years I'll bleed the burning mud
And all the agony is useless as our blood
Hunters, gatherers
Rolled up into plaster
Psychotic visions
Of an ecclesiastic master
I know the day has come, we're looking down the hole
And all the commonwealth is going out the door
So we sit
Moulded in our minds
Folded limbs
Turning through the times
I thought a hundred times that I believed in more
But now I lighten up and wait for what's in store
