In the year 2121
There'll be no more definition
Distinction to oblivion
All will be one beneath the sun
There'll be no more sweet melodies
No bars, or chords, cadence, or keys
Just ambiguous harmony
All will be a sea of atonality
In the year 2121
There'll be no more definition
Distinction to oblivion
All will be one beneath the sun
There'll be no more sweet melodies
No bars, or chords, cadence, or keys
Just ambiguous harmony
All will be a sea of atonality
Whoa, I'm fancy free
I've never been better becoming me
I'm fluid like amoeba genes
Just picking things up as I please
And what I don't need, well it's to the breeze
And one day I'll be free at last
I'll let the stars consecrate my mass
Revert back to planetary gas
Become another lifeforms home
Of iron ore, argon, and gold
I'll let my carbon harden
I always was a diamond
Forever free and radiant
Just dig me up, and I'll do it again