[Verse 1] Confined, a part of infinite Yet finite in a form Osmotic cosmos, only our hearts would know While our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- Designed by numbers, equations, Laws of ancient pasts Remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? [Chorus] Cutting the cord Renouncing a body pinned on the cross of time and space A disconnection from the grids or smashing tides The lows and highs- the visible contour of eight? [Verse 2] Acknowledging the chains in all creation The inscribed stories marked by sacrifice- Would that explode the margins of the life we strive to find? [Outro] What would it take to learn the truth?
