See the math in the dragonfly wing
Understand that the next big thing
Will be the knowledge of the ancient ones
There are many earths
There are many suns
For now the seasons are changing
This is the reaping
So hide child while you still have eyes left to see
We will use the sacred sequence
To arrange and maintain balance
In a world of constructed chaos
And hidden equations
Limitless number of colors, tastes, and sensations
I can feel the breeze on my face
For the first time
And it's warm embrace
And the it's over
And then we're done
What do you do
When you figure out you were the monster
All of this time
What do you do
When you are the one
Who pulled out the plug and allowed this to die
But I brought all of the pain
How can you make that lesson remain
Before it drives you insane
The damage is all but done now
I can feel the breeze on my face
For the first time
And then it's over
And then it's done