Levels of Light

We are volcanoes, making new land
 Transcending borders with seeds in our hands
 Natural killers perfectly planned
 All is entirely out of our hands
 It's out of our mouths and into the ground
 Wake up, wake up
 'Cause 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
 'Cause I think the worst is throug
 The light that we hold must be buried
 Buried to bloom