the narrator is humanity
seeing how radically broken it is, its hopeless situation
and deep inside the species, something stirs and starts to come alive
Can't wait to see in a whole new way,
and in the middle of all the agony
is the eye of the storm,
a calm that can't be touched,
peace through pain is the most
radical kind, a sacred surrender
and the world burns on
so the narrator holds tighter not to lose the little it thinks it has
haunted by the past, dragged down by the self importance
it has to drop to make it to the other side
and still, the ole ways hold tighter than ever, ordering to
keep moving, keep going, don't slow down, don't stop, keep fighting the inevitable
the narrator is humanity seeing how radically broken it is, its hopeless situation and deep inside the species, something stirs and starts to come alive
Can't wait to see in a whole new way, and in the middle of all the agony is the eye of the storm, a calm that can't be touched,
peace through pain is the most radical kind, a sacred surrender
and the world burns on so the narrator holds tighter not to lose the little it thinks it has haunted by the past, dragged down by the self importance it has to drop to make it to the other side