The lost children of the earth
Swimming the amniotic seas
So young, but already
Carrying a heavy fantasy
Of war and massacre
Our mother cries upon what we've become
We are conquering the art of killing
Ignoring any signs ov an upcoming blowback
All breathing at the same time but
Completely unaware of any synchronization
The stars still sing at night
Giving the sun the rhythm to rise to
Ages have passed
But what is time anyway
In this everlasting womb
Through the moonlight
We've always learned the way
Gaining inspiration from
Every form of life expansion
Embracing every part
Of this experience
Death shall run its course
And we shall meet at the end