Our Sun, Our Saviour - The Atlas Moth

We’re losing feeling now

All senses gone

Of countless breathes I take unraveling

Reach up, we’re going down

Inhale the sand

One sun, our Saviour

Our mission compromised

Black clouds decaying

Declining heartbeats slowing down

This is not over

This swan song is far from done

This city will be in ruins

I’ve been reduced to nothing

Cut teeth upon the throne

Burn the map it won’t save us

Satellites will carve the path

I see so clearly

I see right through the foam