On your way back to earth, assigned another birth

On your way back to dawn, the last will now be first

Searching for what's already yours, already your possession

They have no answers, one is the soul

Nothing to offer, they have cast all their stones

They have cast all their stones

In primate fear assign the blame

that their scarecrows may lead them

In suspicion might have lost their way

trust in those that came to prey

Searching for what's already yours, already your possession

They have no answers, one is the soul

Nothing to offer, they have cast all their stones

If you knew at the dawn what was know by night

The same bad card's other side

Twist up another metaphor

Unite in fear painted up as bravery

No recollection of connection, come before, return again

Many beginnings from many ends, ripples of disruption

Searching for what's already yours, already your possession

They have no answers, one is the soul

Nothing to offer