Lyrics
The ice is receding on the sacred mountain, as though it were tradition. One long walk once a year to remember our connection. And though it is the whole world's doing, each drop, each molecule of ice merging melting on – still we do not make that cut, we choose not to remove one part, we do not make that cut. For though it is caused by the whole world's undertaking, the responsibility is ours to do what we're able… When a species literally begins to destroy the very essence of its own survival options, we must pause to consider the profound severity of our collective situation. Since we continue and continue and continue, it suggests either species-wide madness, or something quite different… This is our life, this is what it's like; a man falls asleep, an arm falls asleep, a man falls… he dreams of a life he isn't living, he dreams of a road he does no walk upon… maybe this time, shapeshifter, be awoken to the truth of who we are. Though it is caused by the whole world's undertaking, the responsibility is ours to do what we’re able... still we do not make that cut...