You can hear it, off, in the distance
The heavy beat of tribal drums moving
Child armies of the street choose to strike
Like lightning, come now the machines
Come now the hungry growing horde
The steady traffic hums, and is proving
That one need be ready, torches for light
The pitch dark silence will cut the cord
Leaving one flailing, drifting
Cast out among the stars
One's flesh will always fail
Stasis null, decayed by time
In the end there are only scars
But you must go on, continue
You must be awake and alive
Or you cannot be restored
With a heart ready to fight
As a being alive with truth
Awash in the legend
Amazed by the lore
So rich, and exquisite
The heavy beat of tribal drums moving
Child armies of the street choose to strike
Like lightning, come now the machines
Come now the hungry growing horde
The steady traffic hums, and is proving
That one need be ready, torches for light
The pitch dark silence will cut the cord
Leaving one flailing, drifting
Cast out among the stars
One's flesh will always fail
Stasis null, decayed by time
In the end there are only scars
But you must go on, continue
You must be awake and alive
Or you cannot be restored
With a heart ready to fight
As a being alive with truth
Awash in the legend
Amazed by the lore
So rich, and exquisite
