The Haste to the Pyre - Orbit Culture

In the end of it all

There’s no chance of being

Another you or me, still we’re trying

To be so different from all, we forget ourselves

Our closest, my friend.

We’re slipping away

Before the end, there’s

So much at stake

In the future’s aim

The things we hold

Close We’re giving away

To time and it’s pace

Away

Bleeding from the heart and soul

Leaving nothing in our bowls

Searching answers south to north

The compass only points at gold

In the light of the sun

There’s no certainty

That burning fire will stay

Before the end, there’s

Too much at stake

For us to throw it away

The things we hold

Close We’re giving away

To time and its haste

Away

Bleeding from the heart and soul

Leaving photos in our homes

Searching answers south to north

The compass only points at gold

When you see them go

Them leaving this world

You’ll realize how much you’ve lost

Only in dreams you see them, but your tongue won’t let you

Speak out your mind or whatever’s on you

You fall

You fall back in, into the sky of ours

Down to earth, our home where

The living are born in darkness