On your way back to earth, assigned another birth
On your way back to dawn, the last will now be first

Searching for what's already yours, already your possession
They have no answers, one is the soul
Nothing to offer, they have cast all their stones
They have cast all their stones

In primate fear assign the blame
that their scarecrows may lead them
In suspicion might have lost their way
trust in those that came to prey

Searching for what's already yours, already your possession
They have no answers, one is the soul
Nothing to offer, they have cast all their stones

If you knew at the dawn what was know by night
The same bad card's other side
Twist up another metaphor
Unite in fear painted up as bravery

No recollection of connection, come before, return again
Many beginnings from many ends, ripples of disruption

Searching for what's already yours, already your possession
They have no answers, one is the soul
Nothing to offer