We float away on dusty clouds
Apocalypse closer then before
We want for a saviour
He'll have his dirty work
cut out for him. Hard work.
Please save us, we beg
From pedestals on high
Sunburnt by our aspirations;
Yet all the more willing to go higher
The saviour will respond, make no mistake
We never like the answer.
He, still on Earth's stepping stones.
Our horizons smoky and insincere
We can't hide on our dusty clouds.
We'll burn and fall, screaming.
Saviour, catch us! break your back
become desert-red, an easy target.
He picks us up, dusts us off with a dutiful smile.
We're still burning- forever ember
Send us out again, baby-steps giant-steps
We climb high, we persistent mortals.
Blaming you for a broken rung.
The ropes burn, we're hot to touch.
need the sun, crave it but cannot reach
never reach high enough. Saviour!
Aid us! You, our deity, our Atlas
We who take
We who break
We who fake
We who make to the high.
The saviour burns like the sun.
Fall. A desperate, crispy fall.
No one to catch the man who holds up the world.
We blame you.