Gathered in, clenched,
I'm a handful of dust, born of now,
Silence changing the sound of futures,
I'm stepping out into fearless traverse, but not without menace,
Across a furious planet,
Deftly manoeuvring the steep climbs of reason,
Armed only by fate, like phantom skin,
Braving wars without and within.

Sun-shocked, awkward and thirsty, and no oasis in eternity's sands,
Courage is destination, and nightfall is lunar avarice,
Now drenched in rain and dread, and encircled by shadow warriors,
Venomous, storm-sized and mercenary,
Then at the threshold, cool distance, you stood, illuminated by terrifying bursts.

You ride the brilliance, you are light,
You are the construct, you defy dimension, 10-0,
You are one, you are eternal, absolute,
You are imperial, sovereign, yeah, 10-0, 10-0.

Flash of white,
You ripped the fabric of the real,
Shrieks of anguish the sting of ozone, before the atom crush,
My sign distorted, my view Copernican,
But what I witnessed that night spared my life, and has haunted me since,
Yes, we are handfuls of dust, yet, made of stars,
You have fastened, across the walls of this room without ceiling,
But our aimless existence is given meaning when, at the threshold, without distance, you stand in your meridian.

You breathe redemption, motive, power,
You're elemental, super-collider, yeah, 10-0,
You are air and earth, fire and ocean,
You are one, you are 10-0, 10-0,
You ride the brilliance, you are light,
You are the construct, you defy dimension, 10-0,
You are one, you are eternal, absolute,
You are imperial, sovereign, yeah, 10-0, 10-0.

10-0, 10-0,
10-0, 10-0.