Are we here to inhale time
are we here for the sun
were we forged by a father
from dirt and mud
are we here to fulfill wills
are we here to expect
we could wander the shadows
there's nothing to affect
touch the light
deep inside
warmth and chill
nature's own thrill
feel the time's
old sick cry
make it right
and ask why the fuck are we here to fight
were we forged by ones chaos
were we forged to die young
we're just bugs in the timeline
why, dont ask, but why
is the sun shaped by fire
and adornes us with light
why the moon's shaped by fears
why in hell are we crying (for)
touch the light
deep inside
warmth and chill
nature's own thrill
feel the time's
old sick cry
make it right
and ask why the fuck are we here to fight
