Cut up the planet for an illusion
Home isn't far from where the resource is
Fusing distant lands
The sign of life is steadily ending
Call out so desperate for a way
The cries are readily sending
They beg of night to release the day
They're calling out for a better way
Coldest nights sometimes give way to brighter skies of blue
Moving onward carrying the life that's in plain view
And we will carry with the thriving few
Corrupt the planet for evolution
Though what we see is not the fault of man
Only leaps and strides
Cut up the planet for an illusion
Home isn't far from where the resource is
Hoping for a better way
Conjure a way to heavens and suddenly
We suddenly ask ourselves if this light is worth the lie
Coldest nights sometimes give way to brighter skies of blue
Moving onward carrying the life that's in plain view
And we will carry with a thriving few
Stripped of ground by the hands of those who have built
A life surrounding placed in quarantine
Reach for skies
Reach for a belief that this life equals something.
