The scenery above
Was never empty
A billion signs
To justify abundance
And there it was
The stellar crown to tempt me
A grain of sand
Suppose it was the chosen one
Say something
To reveal a God
That I can pray!
Chosen? See the stars above me!
Say something
That your frail words
Can now convey!
Nothing! Singularity collapse!
All will collapse!
Without your idol
Systems are still turning
Water and flesh
Descendants of the stardust
Across the ride
You see the fires burning
Shed your skin
And read the signals from above