From matter to meaning
Our truth is seeing
The purpose of being
Is living free
The thunder will rumble
And walls will crumble
Again, we are humbled
By living free

The people are singing
And beggars clinging
To dreams that are fleeting
So let it be
The angels have gathered
Withered and tattered
Their halos have shattered
So let it be

Born to lose or born to win
We were born into this and return to the wind
Born to live or born to die
We were born into this and return to the sky

A glorious rapture
Forever after
A mighty disaster
Now I believe
The demons are barking
The dark remarking
And soldiers are marching
Now I believe

Born to lose or born to win
We were born into this and return to the wind
Born to live or born to die
We were born into this and return to the sky