Curator Lyrics

Titanic monoliths convulse at the beckon of ethereal breath
The brightest beacon is snuffed out in the presence of effulgent fire
All creation cannot flee the cloak of dust, the remnant of the earth
Civilization crumbles beneath the current of the flooding river

Everything persists
Everything is connected
Life goes on, but I won’t
I’ll stay here and hold on

There is a mixture of water and air
There is a mixture of marrow and spirit
There is a mixture of hope and despair
There is a mixture of self and other

Life goes on, but I won’t.
I’ll stay here and hold on.
Nothing is erased.
Nothing is forgotten.