Some Of Us - King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard

Ancient tombs like sand-filled wombs of

People’s life past, understand everything

Melted iron, untold aeons

Crafted demise, destroying everything

Black sand timelines, shifting skylines

Faded guide signs, revealing everything

Ancient Thracians from lost nations

Long gone people understand everything

Some, some, some of us see

Some, some of us don’t

Assured everything turns into dust

Rigor mortis, fossil tortoise

Remains dormant underneath everything

Ageless microbes reveal xenophobes

Endless plague thus infecting everything

Sapien rituals born of mind tools

Sects of false gods fade into everything

Eternal tribes of purgatory scribes

Ancient words thus foretelling everything

Some, some, some of us live

Some, some of us die

Assured everything turns into dust

Some, some, some of us live

Some, some of us die

Everything turns into dust