Now it seems that I can shape my own world
Sprawling dust gathers meaning from the sentient one
So slide back
Your privilege is nothing
Yet everything in the wake
Of those glistening eyes
Look at yourselves
All that you can be is before your eyes
Look in yourselves
All that you can be is within the mind
Now it seems that I can shape my own world
Sprawling dust gathers meaning from the sentient one
And we'll re-unite in the dark
For my time here is done
Sentience
Control