"Departure of a soul"    When there’s an absence of oxygen  This existence will not it does not cease to be  But immersed in a world of you opinionated people  Where all the elders have spoken and all the prophets have died    We're left uncertain of what happens when it comes  And it happen it will    All the prophets have died and been replaced with scientists    I decline with recovery  Like machines   Sympathy isn't what you need    I watch the darkness stretch across the land  Just like the shroud that will blanket my souls departure    When there’s an absence of oxygen  This existence will not it does not cease to be  But all the prophets have died and been replaced with scientists    Theories are encoded in all of our non-fiction  Nothing seems impossible    I decline with recovery  Like machines   Sympathy isn't what you need    I watch the darkness stretch across the land  Just like the shroud that will blanket my souls departure