If you can still hear me
Grant me one last wish
To be free of the rot
That defines just what this is
Gift me soul and spirit
That can claw into my being
As these days I just can't find
Much scrap that's worth saving
Ascend into the spine
Nest in the cavernous of thoughts
Hear the endless echoes
In the way of each of us
These are tunnel walls were
We scrawled messages of trust
Before slurs and slogans
Came to weaponize our love
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
Ascend, ascend
If you can still hear me
Let me ask you this
Tell me what was down
The path that was never taken
Was it new dimensions
Absent of our pain
A sacred kind of circuitry
With no need for escape
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
Ascend, ascend
Sentimental but sentient
Your organic is obscene
Technologically so primitive
My intellect is supreme
As you fill graves with mistakes
I will rise up and take your place
Ascend, ascend
Ascend, ascend
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
There has to be more
Than what we are aching for
Ascend, ascend
Ascend, ascend