What goes around must certainly come back around
If all things are connected, can mistakes be corrected?

Maybe not, but if so
You'd think we would know by now
Cycles repeating
Move fast, resource depleting
Of the earth, we are
Scraped by, so far
What we are, what we build
All is lost

We all must return to dust
We survive; how long?

Heed these words and despair
These works will last forever!
Epitaph in eternity
Monuments turned hollow shells
Dwell now in the land of dust!

I claim to be nothing
Nothing more than I am
Determination in a voice
We all have a choice

We all must return to dust
Withered lives move on

Heed these words and despair
These works will last forever!
Epitaph in eternity
Monuments turned hollow shells
Dwell now in the land of dust!

We all must return to dust
We survive; how long?
Withered lives move on

Heed these words and despair
These works will last forever!
Epitaph in eternity
In eternity
Monuments turned hollow shells
Dwell now in the land of dust!