Countdown
Until the explosion
So cover your ears
And shield your eyes
Weeds are seen for miles
Hey. We're kind of like those weeds
Aren't we? Finding light between seams
From the deep. Inside for miles and miles they rise. Rise
From the ash made of us
Rebuild and get up
As long as we don't stay
Stationary
Filled to the gills
Weaving between
Stalled cars
People haul all of their
Baggage
A light takes control
Here's hoping it never gets dark
Timshel. Thou mayest redeem thyself