Some live, some dienEverybody wonders why we're herenShould we even try?nPhilosophers lost in the nightnA beacon in the distancenYou gotta turn aroundnIt's vestige dimly flickersnIn elocution soundnnThe modernest chronometer uptight and underwoundnPretensions of a higher groundnHigher groundnintrospective paradise foundnnAdam's Atoms resoundnnEconomy of naturenthe dead and shallow gravesnthe particles of happiness elude us of their namesnA psychosymbiotical reflection on the wavesnEternal is the night and daynNight and daynOmnipresence is losing faithnnAdam's Atoms remainnnThe righteous opposition has led us all astraynOne side against the other, one loses one reclaimednAnd if reconciliation eludes us every daynThen will we ever find a waynFind a waynNot with a religionious gazennAdam's Atoms remainnAdam's Atoms betraynAdam's Atoms remain