We're all dust in the air, With the free will to decide how to passively float As the wind blows, the leaf cannot hide, it can't decide when to fall How can I flaunt to know? The collective projection shows, our path has been written on walls How can I flaunt to know? The digital shields through which we see the world The flock never stops, my loved ones, I cannot abandon I must leave my mark now, before it's too late So wide, so bright, it will never abate There's no magic, no strings attached, but the current is strong The sands slowly flow, and with it, who I was before I know my way, at least the general direction to follow The flock never stops, my loved ones, I cannot abandon I must leave my mark now, before it's too late Before I meet my end, my mark will be left on the sands of time