[Instrumental]

Fellow man
Your whole life, like a sandglass
Will always be reversed
And will ever run out again
A long minute will elapse
We'll always be reversed
Until all those conditions
Out of which you were evolved
Return in the wheel
Of the cosmic process
We'll always be reversed

And then you will find every pain and pleasure
Every friend and every enemy
Every hope and every goddamn error
Every blade of grass and every ray of light

Once more
And the whole fabric of things
Which make up your life
Will always be reversed
This ring in which you are but a grain
Will glitter afresh forever
We'll always be reversed

And in every one of these cycles
There will be one hour where
For the first time one man
And then many
Will perceive the mighty thought
Of the eternal recurrence of all things
And for mankind
This is always the hour of noon

And then you will find every pain and pleasure
Every friend and every long-lost lover
Every hope and every goddamn error
Every blade of grass and every ray of light

All over again
Start over again

The cracks were visible in the beginning.
Now we're staring deep down into the guts of the earth.
We've been watching these two tectonic plates slowly drifting apart.
And wen the first cracks appeared on the surfaces, we had surrendered our hopes to reality.
Odds and ends adding up to a serious kick in the teeth of vanity.
At this stage any will for solutions had bowed to the gallows.

You showed your true colours only in my absence.
Crawl away.
Don't grind your teeth.
Make believe you were never here.

You piled up inside of you an extensive collection of small monuments to frustration and failure to communicate.
And this was the tragic dilemma of our constellation:
Not the difference between us but the lack of honest talks.

You showed your true colours only in my absence.
Crawl away.
Don't grind your teeth.
Make believe you were never here.

I turned the tables on you after you had seized everything that was not nailed to floor, or locked away.
And now you're waving the flag of justice and equity.
The devil takes the hindmost.

Dust.
I see red.
I know this state you're in.
Time has come, once again.
This is not our habitat.
This is not our place to be.

You and me, we took great pains to not get down too deep.
Down into the raging stream of our subconsciousness.
Shadows are passing by.
Sometimes they're close to catching up.
Sea scorpions prowl these waters.
They are the apex predators.
This time we won't surrender facing the unknown.

Close your eyes, hold your breath.
Tell me now, are you really sure you wanna walk this path once more.
We know what's lurking at the end of the road.
Blank out all painful reminders of past indignation.

Another rough double reality day.
I understand now how it feels to be trapped inside the lair of light.
Reflections bouncing off the walls...
To be losing any sense of time while every clear thought dissolves.

Learn to embrace the the gift of ambiguity.
It sets you free.
We have said a few things now that we have never said before.
And I don't know yet what that means.
Maybe we will wake up tomorrow with gratitude and uncertainty that all the glaciers will retreat.
Yield to warm and shallow seas.
Or maybe not..

I am super fucked and all I really want is to sleep now.
Exposed to my interpretations.
Please cut me out of this equation.
Release me.
My conscience is as clean as the bluest sky after a storm.
You were so proud of our achievements.

We have said a few things now that we have never said before.
And I don't know yet what that means.
Maybe we will wake up tomorrow...

Our dreams now soaring above the surface
With horizons shifting slow in blue
Rites of spring to chase the winter away
I allow my very mind to pass on through

Our fragments
In dust reunited

Took in the night to color my room
Had birth in the palm of my hand

But no one came to tell me
This road was overgrown
And so elusively kept
Send me back to the evening
Before our very first day
Must find time for my words
Before they go away

I found my place among the others
And realized the stars were all too far

The song that remains unsung
A chain around my neck
Thrusting on my back
This violent storm ahead
Of time never spent
Nascent

Our fears are now soaring
below the surface of conscience
Our inner horizons shifting
slowly out of scale

[Instrumental]

Eyes on the water between the continents,
This is Laurasia, it smells so different,
A strong breeze blows out here,
The ocean is pitch black,
Let's not seek shelter,
I wanna freeze and smell your neck.

Soon everyone of us will be dead,
In the great scheme of things it makes no difference,
It's all the same,
But let's not get sentimental?

Eyes on the water between the continents,
This is Gondwana, it smells so different,
A cold wind blows out here,
The sea's already dead,
Let's get in the water, let our bodies be the last.

Feel the cold,
Feel the night creep up to me,
Let's stop and wait until we freeze together,
And rest like this forever,
Creep inside my bones where you have lied since the day that we were born,
Since the day we were born.

Sea level rise: we'll be among those 5%,
We'll survive the Great Dying, there is no denying,
You and me, the chosen few? because that's how we've got to know,
And that's all we gotta know.

I am not here but you can still write me, like in the beginning,
You're no longer next to me, but this is how it's always been: you were a ghost before you became real,
That's how we got to know,
That's how we got to know.

Now that are not here, now that we no longer talk,
I can't stop to remember how you've been offended when you realized that I'd kill to relieve a load,
Yes I'd kill to relieve a burden.

Feel the cold creep inside,
I am losing you to your fears, grown way out of scale,
Yes it's true what they say: I don't love humanity, not a bit,
But I do value empathy while retaliating iniquities.

Sea level rise: it's the beginning of the Great Dying,
Soon it will be over,
Long time to recover: 30 million years,
Yes I'd kill to relieve the load,
Yes I'd kill to relieve a burden.

I am not here but you can still write me, like in the beginning,
You're no longer next to me, but this is how it's always been: you were a ghost before you became real,
That's how we got to know,
That's how we got to know.

Contemplating, trouble making, even now? the air is getting hot and dry,
Sticking to your skin and your open wounds,
The sun burns us alive,
That's how we got to know,
That's how we got to know,
That's how we got to know.