So, we survived, like weed in the sun
And, and for ages long
In the bosom of nature, we starved and we toiled
And we, and kept hanging on
Is it fear that sustained us?
We are so alone
Is it violence that saved us?
If it's wrong which higher mind's saying so?
So, that's who we are, lost creatures in anger unfit for love
(Ahohoho)
The truth we are after, keeps out of power, gnawing on us on
How's the end?
Shall we be closer to heaven, when the sun is gone?
How's the end?
Surely we get our answers, when the silence falls down on us all
Is what we're after, oooh, looking for someone?
How does it end?
