As I awoke I watched life consume itself Again and again Useless is the song of man, From throats calloused by name. As we offer blood for land, And strip bare its flesh till naught remains. Will there be an understanding Strained from veins before the fall Or shall we trail behind tails of comets That've burned their way into the eyes of us all No fathers nor our mothers Can determine our fate The hope in which that we wish for Must be ours to create This weight Through which we all must walk This weight That which walks through me