We don’t belong at these heights Watching over all We’ve come to the point of the obelisk Impaled as we fall
Collapse under the weight of time In this still life of our design Collapse into a great resolve Everything falls
A broken image reflects from a shattered surface Its shards of truth cut clean their meaning, our purpose
A tearful dawn sheds light On what we have become We were not meant to live like this No life, no freedom
Collapse under the weight of time In this still life of our design Collapse into a great resolve Everything falls
A broken image reflects from a shattered surface Its shards of truth cut clean their meaning, our purpose To struggle, to glean, to want, to bleed
We’ve bided time We’ve traveled to distant worlds On our quest for knowledge and power We’ve traced the galactic whorls And now full circle Unfulfilled by what we’ve seen This is it, one galaxy Out of the shadows, my silhouette is torn Freed from the darkness, I see my vile form Bleeding out from a spiral clade This is all I have This is all that I have
To live, to die, to lose our pride To accept our fate. Life is not ours to dictate
Stagnation is death in a constitution of progress Now at the zenith there is nowhere left, nowhere left to go but down
Ruling in the present while the future eludes us The further we push forward, the harder it becomes to look back
To struggle, to glean, to want, to bleed To live, we must die. We live to die