We make offerings upon the modern altar
Lives turn to dust, lost in the course of time
The infinite grains of sand stop falling
Through the hourglass of perfect design
Our brains are larger than our hearts
And we've lost our ability to be kind
Alone in space, we are orphans of the stars
With one earth, and a millennia to decide
We stand without knowledge, no wisdom
Our base instincts still function, but we're blind
With nowhere to run to and we need to flee
The universe silent, with no whispers divine
We've our books and ideas, but nothing else
We've lost our way, and our Gods are quiet
We cannot begin to understand this end
No hope left without more sands of time
