We are volcanoes, making new land
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
Natural killers perfectly planned
All is entirely out of our hands
It's out of our mouths, into the ground

Wake up, wake up
I think the worst is through...
We are surrounded by color and life
We don't even know it

We are volcanoes, making new land
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
Natural killers perfectly planned
All is entirely out of our hands

Death is the only thing that makes us alive
Forcing focus on light that we hold inside

We are volcanoes, levels of light
Bleeding an ocean of permanent life
The blush of our anger could bury the sun
The pulse of untamable progress has begun

Death is the only thing that makes us alive
That brings us to life
Wake up, wake up
I think the worst is through…
The light that we hold must be buried -
Buried to bloom