Some live, some dieEverybody wonders why we’re hereShould we even try?Philosophers lost in the nightA beacon in the distanceYou gotta turn aroundIt’s vestige dimly flickersIn elocution soundThe modernest chronometeruptight and underwoundPretensions of a higher groundHigher groundintrospective paradise foundAdam’s Atoms resoundEconomy of naturethe dead and shallow gravesthe particles of happinesselude us of their namesA psychosymbiotical reflectionon the wavesEternal is the night and dayNight and dayOmnipresence is losing faithAdam’s Atoms remainThe righteous oppositionhas led us all astrayOne side against the otherone loses one reclaimedAnd if reconciliationeludes us every dayThen will we ever find a wayFind a wayNot with a religionious gazeAdam’s Atoms remainAdam’s Atoms betrayAdam’s Atoms remain