Some live, some die
Everybody wonders why we're here
Should we even try?
Philosophers lost in the night
A beacon in the distance
You gotta turn around
It's vestige dimly flickers
In elocution sound
The modernest chronometer
uptight and underwound
Pretensions of a higher ground
Higher ground
introspective paradise found
Adam's Atoms resound
Economy of nature
the dead and shallow graves
the particles of happiness
elude us of their names
A psychosymbiotical reflection
on the waves
Eternal is the night and day
Night and day
Omnipresence is losing faith
Adam's Atoms remain
The righteous opposition
has led us all astray
One side against the other
one loses one reclaimed
And if reconciliation
eludes us every day
Then will we ever find a way
Find a way
Not with a religionious gaze