Seraphs Coal Long Distance Call
There is a wayThat seems right to a Man
But in the end leads to destruction
There is a means
A means set to it's end
Fulfilment found finds destruction.
And there's no other way
Within distance of our Reasoning
And there's no other way
Save sweet surrender,
Every tower that we build
In the name of Mind and power of Man
Will be levelled to the ground
Leaving us render, a call for sweet surrender.
Remember the thoughts of yester-Man
easy come, easy go, easy gone.