Recreate ten million degrees
Particle map of ancient debris
It's not the doomsday that will tear us apart
Existence is the only gain from the start
Some say there is a secret
And if I cared about that now
The sky will break
The land will sink into oblivion
Flip on the switch to the experiment
My mind is unclear, overdue on the rent
Beneath the borders of space and time
Export the limits on the company dime
Trap my heart in the letter
Fold in half and forget to remember
Have we seen better days?
Its always on the back of my mind
Perfect storm, target inbound
Theories to make your head go around
Now you're gone and we're still here
Nothings changed face in the clear
General purpose of the atlas, isn't
A road map to the end
These late-night talks and cosmic rays
Bring me back to better days