The stitch in our eye

With roots deep within

The soil stained with blood

Of those who rose before the time

Dirt relies on our test

Tied to the resolving design

Distance varies though the ways bring us all

Feeders seething woe is them

The volted antenna saints that will the fire

The hand is gnawed

The end is nigh

The warriors remain and they bring us to the sky

We'll burn in the sun

And we'll fall to the moon