Wake!
This is silence and silence is still!
Blossomed fist! O, altruist!
I am immortal, I am Dead
I have everything, I have nothing
I am immortal, I am Dead
I have everything, I have nothing at all
Nothing at all

At each core, soft approximation
Delicate abstraction, function and form
So maintained, ceasing acquisition
True manifestation as I become dust

Great reversal!
This - a fleeting formation of matter!
Self-defined!

We are immortal, we are dead
We have everything, we have nothing
We are immortal, we are dead
We have everything, we have nothing at all
Nothing at all

Yet now my eyes on a darkened mirror
Seeing everything in part
We are awake!
Millions stare back! All of our kind!
We will know each other as we are known!