Descending

Tool

Free fall through
Our midnight
This epilogueOf our own fable
Heedless in our slumber
Floating nescient we

Free fall through
This boundlessness
This madness
Of our own making

Falling isn′t flying
Floating isn't infinite

Come
Our end suddenly
All hail our lethargy
Concede
Suddenly

To the quickened
Dissolution
Pray we mitigate the ruin
Calling all to arms and order

Drifting through
This boundlessness
This madness
Of our own making

Sound our dire reveille
Rouse all from our apathy
Lest we cease to be
Stir us from our wanton slumber
Mitigate our ruin
Call us all to arms and order

Sound the dread alarm
Through the primal body
Sound the reveille, to be or not to be

Rise
Stay the grand finale
Stay the reading of our swan song and epilogue

One drive to stay alive
Elementary
Muster every fiber
Mobilize
Stay alive

Stir us from our wanton slumber
Mitigate our ruin
Call us all to arms and order