(Intro)

(Verse 1)

Watched mountains rise from the crimson sea,

Felt the desert hum a planetary melody.

Caught the static whispers, the birth of distant suns,

In the quiet between the flashes when the telescope's work is done.

Yeah, the map I followed, a thousand lands unturned,

Was just a faint scar on the skin of something huge and burned.

(Pre-Chorus)

And in the silence... it starts to pull.

(Chorus)

Oh, this world, it makes you create,

Strike a spark from the dark and the weight.

Every atom's a hymn, every dust mote a tale untold.

This world, it makes you scream bold,

Just to feel your own echo roll through the cold:

"I saw the sun drown on the back of a whale!

I heard a volcano breathe, inhale!"

(Verse 2)

Touched a page where a thousand years sleep,

Where the letters, like autumn, just fall at a fingertip's keep.

Drank from a stream born under ice, ancient and slow,

Saw the eyes of an old man hold the ghost of a long-ago glow.

He said, "The world is just clay, alive in your fists, you know,

You can mold a deep silence. Or you can sculpt a thunderbolt's throw."

(Pre-Chorus)

And in the silence... the current flows.

(Chorus)

Oh, this world, it makes you create,

Strike a spark from the dark and the weight.

Every atom's a hymn, every dust mote a tale untold.

This world, it makes you scream bold,

Just to feel your own echo roll through the cold:

"I saw the sun drown on the back of a whale!

I heard a volcano breathe, inhale!"

(Bridge)

And when the traffic dies and the want-ads fade,

There's a rhythm beneath it, the lullaby the Big Bang played.

We're the restless continuation, the flesh and the doubt,

Its way to be awestruck, to figure itself out.

From the cave wall to the 808 that pounds in the neon night,

It's the same question burning: "Am I?" And the answer: "Make a light."

(Breakdown)

Dust... and light... We are... dust and light...

(Final Chorus)

So let this world make you create!

From the love and the loss, the hope and the ache!

Be the canvas, the pigment, the note, and the string,

The vessel for the question that we forever bring!

This world, it makes you climb,

Turn a faraway beacon into your own lifeline!

We are its voice, its ragged, praising cry,

And this song is ours to carry through the sky...

Carry through the sky...

Yeah, we carry it on...

(Outro)

…Create.