Texty: Moments of Imagination (MOI). The Indecision Complex. Departure Of A Soul.

When there's an absence of oxygen
This existence will not it does not cease to be
But immersed in a world of you opinionated people
Where all the elders have spoken and all the prophets have died

We're left uncertain of what happens when it comes
And it happen it will

All the prophets have died and been replaced with scientists

I decline with recovery
Like machines
Sympathy isn't what you need

I watch the darkness stretch across the land
Just like the shroud that will blanket my souls departure

When there's an absence of oxygen
This existence will not it does not cease to be
But all the prophets have died and been replaced with scientists

Theories are encoded in all of our non-fiction
Nothing seems impossible

I decline with recovery
Like machines
Sympathy isn't what you need

I watch the darkness stretch across the land
Just like the shroud that will blanket my souls departure

(Thanks to Peter for these lyrics)