We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
Natural killers perfectly planned,
But all is entirely out of our hands
It's out of our mouths
And into the ground

Wake up, wake up
'Cuz I think the worst is through
We are surrounded by color and life
And we don't even know it

We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
Natural killers perfectly planned,
But all is entirely out of our hands

Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
Forcing focus on light that we hold inside

We are volcanoes, levels of light
We're bleeding an ocean of permanent life
The blush of our anger could bury the sun,
But the pulse of untamable progress has begun

Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
That brings us to life

Wake up, wake up
'Cuz I think the worst is through
The light that we hold must be buried
Buried to bloom