Endlessly in Motion Songtext

von Moth

Can we rise to assemble ourselves, searching intent to recover and sense of what we have built.
Can we process our intellectual, to re-become, to have the process undone.
Without the dedicated intent, the inner core will sacrifice, disintegrate.
Endlessly in motion the failing system takes us if our center is erased we look inside.
To gather self, regenerate, recover sense.
Can we rise to assemble ourselves.
Utilizing anger and hate we live in vein.
Can we rise to assemble ourselves.
Realign with our intent, or will we continue this hell?

Dig deep inside, We are all one, can we still rise?