How perfect
Everything falls into orbit
Spinning round in their paths again

How insignificant
My life has been
Watching all these glittering objects spin

Black is the night sky
Blue is our soul
Red is our blood
Spilled on innocent soil

How perfect
Everything interconnects
Falling into a pattern we cannot see

Is this chance?
Or is this circumstance
The fates of beings locked in this sea

How Perfect
Everything falls into orbit
Around Me