New horizons 
Starry-eyed sons 
(Rest in peace, my love) 

The trials we’ve embarked upon 
Setting sail under a setting sun 
Beneath a waning moon and constellations 
Between a golden age and mass extinctions. 

Out of the mud, we grow 
To the sun, we crow 
From mountaintops, alone. 

I don’t believe in love 
I don’t believe in you 
When one broad swathe of the scythe 
Defines the [bad word]  
I don’t believe in love 
Amongst the shadows and gloom; 
The aftershocks of a manifest destiny 
Upon the rest of a world, in flames. 

I don’t believe in love 
I don’t believe in you 
I don’t believe in the gods, above 
Only the splendor of jewels. 
Our citadels will touch the sky, 
We’ll slaughter all of the wolves. 
We won’t believe in love, anymore 
We won’t believe in songs 
And we’ll soar.