If I destroy your civilization
Block the Sun and crash the skies
Will you acknowledge me
And listen to what I have to say
Will you praise my prophecies
And write my gospels

The philosophy of man
Finds the earth and soil expendable
We burn the woods and watch our world combust
It bleeds for me in silence
As I drop this planet of dust

Dust, will we all become
And drop our earhtly possessions
In this river of solitude
Dust, have we all become
And lost our earthly obsession
With our savior, Gaia

No more shall I weep
When I dream of you, my decayed star
Through this night the stars will collide
Burning bright
And I fly so high into the night
Oh I fly

No more shall I weep for this planet
And no more shall I mourn for our emptiness
I will fly

I will fly