From the recording The Sentinel

Lyrics

Footsteps in the ash
Shopping carts of rust
Billboards peeling like old skin
Someone laughs
Then chokes on the air
We built a ladder
Out of bones and plastic bags
Climbed it
Blindfolded
For a better view of the fire
We drew borders with tank tracks
Signed our names in smoke
Fed our children glowing fruit
Called the sickness progress
Beautiful ruin
Look what we made
Hands in the blood-clay
Smiling while it fades
Spin that circle
Dance on the fault line
We are the countdown
Worshiping the deadline
I heard the oceans boiling in their sleep
Heard forests cough themselves to death
Heard cities humming fever dreams
Every window blue with escape plans
We traded seasons for convenience
Traded silence for the hum of machines
Traded elders for influencers
No one remembers how to grieve
This was always the wish
Not to live forever
But to burn
Unforgettable
We wrote the ending first
Carved it in the marrow
Every tower a tombstone
Every screen a soft goodbye
Together now
Count with me
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
We are the meteor
Looking up at the sky
We are the gods
Praying to be denied
Four
Three
Two
One