Knowing the few years left, earth is made a tomb
I had a dream of the stars, forming a gate to beyond
But my vision was unclear, for the darkness of space
All things created, evolved, made for their purpose
Earth is our home, existence through her womb
The beauty and the macabre, the silent and the black
To reach that distant place, to lose the facade we bear
When humanity stands again, as eternity is embraced
We will plant our seed, humanity is not doomed
