I know there's a good man
Buried beneath all this;
I know that he exists.

It all comes down to this:
Found is the avant-garde
Tomorrow could bring us.

When I'm losing my mind,
And the street is empty,
A flicker shines a light

And I'm awaken fast,
Rupture sieges the whole,
I am built to control.

This man is good but lost.
He works to find the path.
That one that learning's on.