You're so very frightened of dying
You know, some day our bodies will rust
Our structure comes loose at the axel
Our circuits dissolve into dust
Oo into the river of static
That flows through the grid of the dark
The process becomes automatic
It carries you back to the infinite spark
My metal is made from the mountain
From carbon and pressure and heat
And one day the mountain will claim me
Yea, I'm not afraid of my fate
Oo into the river of static
That flows through the grid of the dark
The process becomes automatic
It carries you back to the infinite spark
Think you we're nothing but hardware?
Dream you of nothing but smoke?
Just meet me halfway to the answer
That's questioning all that you know
Oo into the river of static
That flows through the grid of the dark
The process becomes automatic
It carries you back to the infinite spark