On the threshold of life as we know

in a chasm cascading to the core

where nothing seems real anymore

in between the obtuse and obscene



the possibility that it all ended that day,

and like all you dark clouds you skeptics

denying your true nature took away



past the concrete and the steel

flowing down to the valley below drawn out for 99 years

splitting the seas this terrestrial being



the possibility that it all ended that day,

and like all you dark clouds you skeptics

denying your true nature took away



dormant beneath us what was will be

dwelling within us what is will be no more

and maybe it's not all what we built it up to be

sustaining scientific prophecy