Speaking of Orbs - Intronaut

No god from the machine

No saviors lay in wait

We’ve left the wooded valley

Headed toward the precipice

This mountain is a monster

Austerity bites, severe, serene

Luddites try as they might

Discontent in every face

And dwell upon every tongue

Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb

Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb

Austerity bites, severe, serene

Luddites try as they might

Discontent in every face

And dwell upon every tongue

Austerity bites, severe, serene

Luddites try as they might

Discontent in every face

And dwell upon every tongue

Tongue