Here we are

Amid the tribes that dance and celebrate

The modern spiritual

With an ancient ritual


To become angels


And here we roam

We were born to bless merging neutron stars

In stellar explosions

Like shallow silhouettes


Eager to fall

In self-rebellion


Here we walk

Making a detour

We’ve defined the absolute

On the scandalous

Battlefield of philosophy


Unaccustomed to the lights

Foreign to the cave


And here we stand

We’ve reached the zenith of the times

There’s nothing left outside

The self-referring void


Eager to fall


We’re so alone

All the words you speak are truly meaningless


We’re eager to fall

In self-rebellion