Vapor trails chase down the setting sun

and the silence comes in dreams of everyone.

Hieroglyphic prophecy in digital display

racing to the end of time.

We don't really wanna know the way.



Illumination my divine right.

I'm separation of the Earth and State.



Black crosses in the sun

waiting for us down lonely horizons.

We're wasting away, we're down on our knees

awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams.



Empty eyes stare through the blackened sun.

We can rise only to become undone.

One thousand fathoms deep below the darkest ocean depths

to radiated heavens floating just beyond our reach.



We are the light

that fuels the sun

to burn more

and cave in on us.



I hear the rapture now.

We are dead space in time.

The signal's coming in and out.

We are the lonely ones.



Black crosses in the sun

waiting for us down lonely horizons.



Black crosses in the sun

we're wasting away down lonely horizons.



Black crosses in the sun

waiting for us

awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams.



We're wasting away, we're down on our knees.