Levels of Light - Sleeping At Last
We are volcanoes making new land
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
Natural killers perfectly planned
All is entirely out of our hands
It's out of our mouths
Into the ground
Wake up wake up
'Cuz I think the worst is through
We are surrounded by color and life
We don't even know it
We are volcanoes making new land
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
Natural killers perfectly planned
All is entirely out of our hands
Death is the only thing makes us alive
Forcing focus on light that we hold inside
We are volcanoes levels of light
We're bleeding an ocean of permanent life
The blush of our anger could bury the sun
Pulse of untamable progress has begun
Death is the only thing that makes us alive
Makes us alive
Makes us alive
Brings us to life
Wake up wake up
'Cuz I think the worst is through
The light that we hold must be buried
Buried to bloom