Heritage

We're gone
We crashed on blindfold
To the boundaries of our barren world
We're gone, the shockwave returns
And so we collide once more
With our knees forced to the ground
We used to play as servile hounds
This is the first surge of the revolution
Infecting our own kind with the sharp seeds of wrath
This is the first surge to the evolution
Unchained and still unfree
In the eternal shadows melee
We march towards unknown gates
Blending as accords of disharmony
With our limbs outstreched to the skies
We used to play as frightened flies
We are the first surge to the evolution
We move, carrying the paradox within
Contradiction to its highest top
How could existence take shape
Through inactive forms?
In relentless motion
The answer appears
And vanishes anew
Contradiction to its highest top
How could existence take shape
Through inactive forms?