Drop This Planet of Dust - An Abstract Illusion

If I destroy your civilization

Block the sun and crash the skies

Will you acknowledge me

And listen to what I have to say

Will you praise my prophecies

And write my gospels

The philosophy of man

Finds the earth and soil expendable

We burn the woods and watch our world combust

It bleeds for me in silence

As I Drop This Planet of Dust

Dust, will we all become

And drop our earhtly possessions

In this river of solitude

Dust, have we all become

And lost our earthly obsession

With our savior, Gaia

No more shall I weep

When I dream of you my decayed star

Through this night the stars will collide

Burning bright

And I fly so high into the night

Oh I fly

No more shall I weep for this planet

And no more shall I mourn

For our emptiness

I will fly

I WILL FLY