I recognize what I hear in your voice In the cold, through the lines I recognize the secular fire I want to take us away We're nothing more than animate flesh We're nothing more than animate Time ends when I say You come to me, you come to me my way It's up to me who comes with me my way This is nothing that was preordained But as the whole thing culminates Along the lines of the determinist mind There are answers, and reasons, and purposeful conclusions