Levels Of Light
(专辑: Keep No Score - 2006)
We are volcanoes, making new land, Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. Natural killers perfectly planned, All is entirely out of our hands. It's out of our mouths, into the
ground. Wake up, wake up I
think the
worst is through... We are surrounded by color and life We don't even know it. We are volcanoes, making new land, Transcending borders with seeds in our hands. Natural killers perfectly planned, All is entirely out of our hands. Death is the
only thing that makes us alive, Forcing focus on light that we hold inside. We are volcanoes, levels of light. Bleeding an ocean of permanent life. The
blush of our anger could bury the
sun, The
pulse of untamable progress has begun. Death is the
only thing that makes us alive, That brings us to life. Wake up, wake up. I
think the
worst is through… The
light that we hold must be buried Buried to bloom.