The Theory

Home, go towards the seams Rise above these lonely things, and see Minds in droves which fall into the sea Akasha is forming in the light way The mask is ours to breathe these dreams Leave this world beneath us The mask will show its mind Chained, so shake these cages Holes in space and time So sure, we'll make it To change this Mothers, Fathers, come face it To change this So sure, we'll make it To change this Sisters, Brothers, come face it To change this