1. 9. 8. 5. is the the date of my gradual death
Born into a world, destined to die, no afterlife, no escape
Life means nothing if ill-defined
Purpose, no matter how small
Resolute, understand our place

Good intentions thwarted by faith, master's plans, there's a better place
80 years of inaction, life in a master's hands
Take back control
Live while you can

1. 9. 8. 5
Don't live to die
1. 9. 8. 5

There's absolute beauty in the scatter of molecules, across the universe, far wide
If you want to be part of some grand plan

Simply look to the sky, look below, look aside
Take back control
Live while you can