A sea of orange speaks,
Forest sound a symphony.
We’re some kind of pest.
Universe’s edge,
Dying throes of the lonely,
Anvil will survive.
To contain it all,
The jungle celebrates.
The lion is fed.
A Scarlet King dies.
Our own failure crashes down.
The plague will come.
A town out of time,
Torn between faith and future,
Unbelievable.
In the land of gods,
We let the lost demons lie.
There are angels too.
The Foundation drifts.
Such is the way of waiting,
Nothing else matters.
We are ignorant.
It is time to leave the cave.
Will we be strong enough?
The land of the free,
I long for true liberty.
Perhaps it’s family.
When the world watches
A prince in a crowd of blood,
This wasn’t in the script.
Our memory fails us.
We burn the world for our love.
They can’t forget us.
Why do we keep going?
For the law of the very game,
There’s heaven on earth.
The Foundation lives.
They’ll continue the good work.
No one makes it out.