This day has a reason, remember it with all your might
 Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite
 Numbers and digits carved into the foreheads of
 Everyone that we know, I am blind to this design
 This day has a reason, remember it with all your might
 Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite
 My eyes are hundreds of millions of miles long
 Weaving intricately and urgently 
 Light is bent to break, for optic’s sake, our fragile memory banks
 Until its beauty recreates 
 I am blind to the design
 Light is bent to break, for my optic’s sake, until its beauty recreates