Some live, some die
Everybody wonders why we're here should even try
Philosophies lost in the night
A beacon in the distance, you gotta turn around
Its vestige deeply flickers in elocution sound
The modernist chronometer uptining underbound
Pretensions of a higher ground
Higher ground
Introspective paradise found
Adam's atoms resound
The economy of nature, the dead and shallow graves
The righteous opposition has led us all astray
One side against the other, one loses one reclaimed
Find a way
Not without religion as gaze
Adam's atoms remain
Adam's atoms betray
Adam's atoms remain