The script is written deep beneath the sand A silent hunger moving through the land I’m tracing movements that I can’t explain An ancient pressure flowing through my veins It’s not a choice, it’s just the way we’re made (The way we’re made) A primal rhythm that will never fade The buried instinct starts to take control Finding the pieces of the broken whole It’s the innate drive that we can’t deny The only reason that we even try The amplitude of what we’re meant to be (Meant to be) Is just the instinct moving underneath Before the words, there was a simple need To leave a signal like a buried seed Evha sees a fire rising from the sand Lilhit sees the symbols forming by her hand We follow cycles that were set in stone (Set in stone) Long before we ever walked alone It’s the innate drive that we can’t deny The only reason that we even try The amplitude of what we’re meant to be (Meant to be) Is just the instinct moving underneath Three giant figures rising from the clay Each one reflecting what we push away (The hidden shape) The impulse, reason, everything between Are different pieces of the same machine It’s the innate drive that we can’t deny The only reason that we even try The amplitude of what we’re meant to be (Meant to be) It’s the innate drive that we can’t deny The only reason that we even try The amplitude of what we’re meant to be (Meant to be) Is just the instinct moving underneath
