How can we exit this wasted land
Moving through forests of razor wire?
No voice to guide us, and no light to see
Nothing but lies from the mouth of fire
This doomed procession just wanders and wails
Our numbers are faltering, failing, falling
Time is a tyrant, a prison, a curse
Hands to the sky now, voices calling
Baptistina, come again
Transform the night into day
Second sun, chosen one
Take all these sorrows away
I had a vision, I saw the truth
All the hairs counted, the grains of sand numbered
Millions and millions all lined in a row
A voice from the deep was calling them under
The cosmic alembic will come to its pitch
The elements mixing, changing, running
All of the colors will bleed into one
The fire in the sky is the savior coming
Baptistina, come again
Transform the night into day
Second sun, chosen one
Burn all these sorrows away
