[Refrain: Andrew Wells]
Dreamer, are you listening?
All of your children sit and wonder
Where have you been?

[Chorus: Matthew Dommer]
We came here for the sound
To overcome the shaking ground beneath my feet
Buried under the soil to expand
Rebuild the monument lost in sand
Restore the balance to the land

[Verse 1: Andrew Wells]
To those of you desperately searching for the end
You'll search forever in the dark
To those of you eager to begin again
Your eager eyes won't tell life and death apart
It's time to wake up

[Refrain: Andrew Wells]
Dreamer, you're not listening
All of your children wane and wander
Where have you been?

[Chorus: Matthew Dommer]
We came here for the sound
To overcome the shaking ground beneath my feet
Buried under the soil to expand
Rebuild the monument lost in sand
Restore the balance to the land
[Verse 2: Andrew Wells & Matthew Dommer, Andrew Wells]
We want the cure to everything we can't afford
We want the cure to everything we can't afford
We want the cure to everything we can't afford
This life is not enough for us
We want the cure to everything that we can't afford
This life is not enough for us

[Verse 3: Andrew Well, Matthew Dommer]
We want eternity and more, to play God in a metaphor
Oh, you restless ungrateful
When will you learn?
You manifest the construct
You only borrow what you earn
The temple that you seek, it isn't mine
Then let it burn, we'll cast our stones aside
I've given you the tools of grand design
Overgrown thoughts of our demise
The nature of the gift is astringent
Trading faiths, empire's remorse
The complex of ascent is contingent
Ends of time, redesign recourse

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Spoken Word: Andrew Wells]
But this world that you've created deals in murder and deceit. Where profit margins far outweigh the death toll of defeat. And your leaders have abandoned every shred of moral code. The reflexatory impulse of a planet growing cold. So if life is an illusion and death is just a door, Then we must come to the conclusion that we don't know what's in store. And that answer begs the question. Well, what is it you believe? But existence is subjective, you only know what you receive. And I'll write this down on paper so that I can sound it out. Document a conscious function we can't afford to go without. If feeling is believing, you cannot hold it with your fists. But if you need to know the answers, then let me ask you this
[Verse 4: Andrew Wells, Matthew Dommer]
When you pass away, will you leave behind your mistakes?
Will you move onto unconscious bliss or dissipate in the abyss?
Based on decisions that you made?
Well, I know you won't find me there
Well, I know you won't find me there
Well, I know you won't find me there
Well, I know you won't find me there (You won't find me there)
Well, I know you won't find me there
Well, I know you won't find me there
Well, I know you won't find me there
Well, I know you won't find me there
We've shaped the earth, our brothers come to call
Trace your roots, strengthen your resolve
Where is our resolve? Where is our resolve?
Where is our resolve? Where is our resolve?