The world is corroding and we just watch silently,
as it remanufactures dumb clones on conveyor belt assembly lines.
How far up can we climb
if from the top lightnings kick us down onto the frozen dust?
I’m posting that the world has been destroyed
but there’ll be no one to reply!
When it’s burning you alive it’s all too late to play it again. This isn’t that dream.
Evolution is a disease that rearranges the Earth.
Come and see how it gives out!
See like no other!
The wind resists, I’m waiting for the storm
to shake the ground with its force.
How far up can we climb
if from the top lightning kicks us down onto the frozen dust?
Dream something else so that you can live,
dream about change!
Live a life deserving
our light that has once been ignited!