Another time We'd turn the wheels and head back north home As the sun would rise Over the fields which once were overgrown Melting the ice Into algae blooms to consume the small and obscure lives Slowly we realize It's all too real! When the ruins flood And the roads no longer lead to anywhere We'll be on our new beach With more than one moon keeps us awake It's another lie Scene of the plume that eats more than the sky As the riddling tide Inundates your room, now that consumes your inferior life Staring into the eagle's eyes Your soul it steals It's only a meager lie What's proven real? When the ruins flood And the road no longer leads to home We'll be on our new beach When the sun sleeps behind the waves When the ruins flood And the roads no longer lead to anywhere We'll be on our new beach Where more than one moon keeps us awake