These requests, they will find you wherever you stray

Such are the ancient rules underneath which we stay

Still waiting for the Truth like hailstones to drop

These requests they will find you wherever you stop

They’ll follow you and burden you and your temples will quake

If mighty Atlas were here, his shoulders would break

With the weight of these numb questions and these half-written proofs 

That tempt us with their headlines but don’t deliver much truth

All they want to do now is to remind us that we’re one

We are children of the ocean and kindred to the sun

Yet we fly around these networks like stray bullets from a gun

Ricocheting through these tunnels, barely touching anyone

Some will be for your pleasure, some will be for your pain

Some will come to you once, others again and again

When you’re down on your knees, some will lend you a hand

Others won’t give you anything until you stand

And they’ll dazzle you and shatter you until your days turn to crumbs

And though you feel like an island, you won’t be the only one

These soft explosions are the fuel of both chaos and schemes

These soft explosions are to islands what dashed hopes are to dreams

And now they recommend that we just wait inside this cage

If mighty Samson were here, he’d put a riddle to our rage

What is sweeter than honey, what is stronger than a beast?

Can we ignore our hunger, when presented with a feast?