Collapse

We don't belong at these heights
Watching over all
We've come to the point of the obelisk
Impaled as we fall

Collapse under the weight of time
In this still life of our design
Collapse into a great resolve
Everything falls

A broken image reflects
From a shattered surface
Its shards of truth cut clean
Their meaning, our purpose

A tearful dawn sheds light
On what we have become
We were not meant to live like this
No life, no freedom

Collapse under the weight of time
In this still life of our design
Collapse into a great resolve
Everything falls

A broken image reflects
From a shattered surface
Its shards of truth cut clean
Their meaning, our purpose

To struggle
To glean
To want
To bleed

We've bided time
We've traveled to distant worlds
On our quest for knowledge and power
We've traced the galactic
Whorls
And now full circle
Unfulfilled by what we've seen
This is it, one galaxy

Out of the shadows
My silhouette is torn
Freed from the darkness
I see my vile
Form
Bleeding out from a spiral clade
This is all I have
This is all that I
Have

To live
To die
To lose
Our pride

To accept
Our fate
Life is
Not ours to dictate

Stagnation is death
In a constitution of progress
Now at the zenith
There is nowhere left, nowhere left to go but down

Ruling in the present while the future eludes us
The further we push forward, the harder it becomes to look back

To struggle
To glean
To want
To bleed

To live
We must die
We live
To die