Endlessly in Motion - Moth

Can we rise to assemble ourselves, searching intent to recover and sense of

what we have built

Can we process our intellectual, to re-become, to have the process undone

Without the dedicated intent, the inner core will sacrifice, disintegrate

Endlessly in motion the failing system takes us if our center is erased we look

inside

To gather self, regenerate, recover sense

Can we rise to assemble ourselves

Utilizing anger and hate we live in vein

Can we rise to assemble ourselves

Realign with our intent, or will we continue this hell?

Dig deep inside, We are all one, can we still rise?