We cannot be the only ones left?
Contribution to the age while we open up our chests
Revealing inner zest while the personality found within us is put to the test
Average at best, we are ripping off our life vests for that needed dissipation of stress
It’s time to venture out of the nest, floating above the rest of this mess that you made
Our path now garbled and smashed, it’s smashed
So we must carve with modern marvels & marbled masks to reflect our own inner wrath

Listen to Zalenka speak of technologic toxic tentacles
Tend to sway towards the ascended ancient’s ritual
Mere distinction that you’re not spiritual, it’s in this lyrical
That morality fades, revealing the secret laziness related to your ways

United we used to play each note each string as if we all could breathe
In perfect syncopation & surgical precision making metronome incisions of the pieces provided
As one we began to master the art of compressions and rarefactions
All the air molecules around us slowly became aware of our every will
Catering to our every demand, ignorant of any notions or proposals to take a stand
The wind picked up speed it was yearning to take the upper hand
So we conjured it all so fast and now it’s gone and in our past
Yet the last of us press forward: still strong and steadfast

Look at this path, it’s now garbled and smashed
Were here to carve with modern marvels and marbled masks
Look at this path, it’s now garbled and smashed
Were here to carve with modern marvels and marbled masks

Blueprints in languages reiterated by time and through our minds
Languages known only to one…or none
Always just needed a way out
Outside the slings of what inner circles bring
Take it out of the box, breaking the locks on all ideas, now take a bow
For the correct codes and all correct nodes in every corner of our little itty bitty universe

Look at this path it’s now garbled and smashed
Were here to carve with modern marvels & marbled masks
United we play each note each string as if we all could breathe