Some live, some die Everybody wonders why we're here Should we even try? Philosophers lost in the night A beacon in the distance You gotta turn around It's vestige dimly flickers In elocution sound
The modernest chronometer uptight and underwound Pretensions of a higher ground Higher ground introspective paradise found
Adam's Atoms resound
Economy of nature the dead and shallow graves the particles of happiness elude us of their names A psychosymbiotical reflection on the waves Eternal is the night and day Night and day Omnipresence is losing faith
Adam's Atoms remain
The righteous opposition has led us all astray One side against the other one loses one reclaimed And if reconciliation eludes us every day Then will we ever find a way Find a way Not with a religionious gaze