I recognize what I hear in your voice nIn the cold, through the lines nI recognize the secular fire nI want to take us away nnWe're nothing more than animate flesh nWe're nothing more than animate nTime ends when I say nYou come to me, you come to me my way nIt's up to me who comes with me my way nnThis is nothing that was preordained nBut as the whole thing culminates nAlong the lines of the determinist mind nThere are answers, and reasons, and purposeful conclusions