Текст: Anacrusis. Screams And Whispers. Brotherhood?.

For all of our wandering,
We've still so far to go
For all of our questioning,
We've still the need to know...

Are we still the frightened child?
Are we still the angered youth?
Or are we old before our time?
Are we getting any closer to the truth?

We're force-fed reasoning
Yet, still can make no sense
The mind misses the point
Blind in its arrogance
Should we build a "better way"?
With whatever we can find?
If, in turn, it means we lose ourselves?
Should we force a common mind?

We're weaned on empathy
To satisfy our doubt
While attempts at unity
Have scattered us about
Should we invent a "common bond"?
Through means misunderstood?
Or are we simply widening the gaps?
Should we force a brotherhood?