There is a cold dark dream far below the blue waves
Where the light is long forgotten, only music pervades
I've brooded here for an eternity, how long I can't say
Impossible to measure time without the reference of day
But as a child I heard the story of the fire and the wind
There was so much potential then and energy was the king
Mother Death was only young, she couldn't wait to begin
Change was the greatsword that she'd creatively swing

Eventually she made the Earth and all its suffering beasts
And left me here to listen to them all lament their defeats
They won't seem to understand, despite the lessons I teach
That they will never find the meaning they so desperately seek
Still unaware that as they're fighting her they help her increase
And all believe they have to take a hold and never release
They want to measure everything, but definitions are weak
The closer that we try to see, the more the pattern repeats

I would offer all that is me
To unpredictable energy
Death will take us eventually
Do not fight the flow of the sea

So the living sought survival, they were frightened of loss
They brought society and order and the corporate boss
But when they worked to gain control it always came at a loss
They thought they were immortal but the cycle never would stop
Without decay the universe would just be resting inert
Time itself would lack a reason not to move in reverse
Unbalanced, actually a state required for birth
If they would only just embrace it they could never be hurt

For even I will see an end to this perpetual drift
When all the heat is gone and nothing can be traded to shift
And all the forms that I've assumed will just be lost in the mist
It doesn't take away the fact I momentarily existed
So, all the world as it passes be let
Everything is part of nature, even bricks and cement
All the meaning that we made was just contained in each step
I feel sorrow but I don't regret, no

Nature doesn't give a shit about you
Life is a struggle, as Darwin knew
Disorder nurtures a new order
King Protea releases seeds after fire
Fools personify Death as a foe
It holds no meaning in itself
A fig tree murders its host
Volcanoes make new lands
I revere the Supernova
Our cells are a gift from the stars

It is my empathy, not religion
(that) makes me pity those who suffer
The only thing I am certain matters
Is my world and my few companions
How could anything be unnatural?
We all decide our own right and wrong
There's no escape from interaction
I'm just not sure that should mean I care

Let go
Have no pride
Expect nothing
Adapt to the world around me

Countless things involved
I remind myself:
I can't predict my fate
Embrace Chaos;
The Great Interaction
The Gene's just a part of the eternal sea