Moons creep on, like a maiden in the night
Keeping watch of her dying children
Watch of her dying children
Our wars mean nothing, and with them, we rot
Polynomial equations construct my DNA
Make the eyes vanish, tear me apart
Take away my eyes
I stopped building bridges
And started building unfathomable cities
Made of constant variables
My children burn, Shiva, rain your fire
My children burn, Shiva, rain your fire