Pacing backwards towards the shores
Time reversing as we grow scales

Drain the deepest of seas
Turn deserts into mountains
Crawling back into the caves
Where the past is the future

And yet once again we'll harvest the grapes
Turn them into wine and turn it right back into water
In dim lights where we reach for diffuse shapes
Is where we find our coming past selves

Counter-intelligent ways to absolution
Symbiotic relations unsanctioned impure
Regression is also a form of evolution
Tabula rasa, where we start born anew

With the intention to create life
We actually more likely destroyed

Counter-intelligent ways to absolution
Symbiotic relations unsanctioned, impure
Regression is also a form of evolution
Tabula rasa, where we start born anew