We're moving in a coffin
Yet never self aware
We're stuck manifesting
On an ill-conceived canvas
Billions are soon to arrive
Transmute in expeditious fashion
Then bloom where the sun shines
To leave a new impression
And I can't stop counting down the time
Until roots caress this ashen skin
Silence is a fickle friend
Who betrays me in the end...
This I know
Me in place of you
But I'm made the fool
Wouldn't be so bad to be wrong
This I know
You didn't have to race me to the finish
Or ink the contract in prescription
To be crushed by the weight of a city
Polluting a view divine
Instead dreaming a moon of crystal
As grief replaces anger
And I can't stop counting down the time
Until roots caress this ashen skin
Silence is a fickle friend
Who betrays me in the end
This I know
Me in place of you
But I'm made the fool
Wouldn't be so bad to be wrong
This I know