If I destroy your civilization Block the sun and crash the skies Will you acknowledge me And listen to what I have to say Will you praise my prophecies And write my gospels The philosophy of man Finds the earth and soil expendable We burn the woods and watch our world combust It bleeds for me in silence As I Drop This Planet of Dust Dust, will we all become And drop our earhtly possessions In this river of solitude Dust, have we all become And lost our earthly obsession With our savior, Gaia No more shall I weep When I dream of you my decayed star Through this night the stars will collide Burning bright And I fly so high into the night Oh I fly No more shall I weep for this planet And no more shall I mourn For our emptiness I will fly I WILL FLY