Vapor trails chase down the setting sun
and the silence comes in dreams of everyone.
Hieroglyphic prophecy in digital display
racing to the end of time.
We don't really wanna know the way.
Illumination my divine right.
I'm separation of the Earth and State.
Black crosses in the sun
waiting for us down lonely horizons.
We're wasting away, we're down on our knees
awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams.
Empty eyes stare through the blackened sun.
We can rise only to become undone.
One thousand fathoms deep below the darkest ocean depths
to radiated heavens floating just beyond our reach.
We are the light
that fuels the sun
to burn more
and cave in on us.
I hear the rapture now.
We are dead space in time.
The signal's coming in and out.
We are the lonely ones.
Black crosses in the sun
waiting for us down lonely horizons.
Black crosses in the sun
we're wasting away down lonely horizons.
Black crosses in the sun
waiting for us
awaiting prophecy from someone else's dreams.
We're wasting away, we're down on our knees.
