The silver cord, a glowing thread
Binds us to the higher divine
A bridge immortal and unspoken
Helping us to truth-align
Theia
Theia
Theia
Theia, a force of destiny
Fate intertwined with that of earth
A ticking clock of new reality
A spiritual rebirth
And when theia it did impact, the silver cord did snap as well
Leaving the soul to sail on a journey beyond that which we dwell
Theia
Theia
Theia
Meet our maker
Dance with theia
So perhaps our theia's collision was not just a cosmic death
But also a means of fusion and the day we took our first breath
Towards a higher, truer ego in the vast and honeyed sky
Leaving behind our mortal coil
Silver cord now torn, the spirit flies
Theia
Theia
Theia
Meet our maker
Dance with theia
Meet our maker
Dance with theia
Meet our maker
Dance with theia
Meet our maker
Destroy theia