A Determinism of Morality - Rosetta

Slowly release revolve renew

And I’m now the last of my kind

Slipping in and out of this world

By the grace of God we speak in tongues

When the borrowed time is all I have

Slip back

This world a part of me from you

By the grace of god we speak in tongues tonight

With outstretched hands towards you

Slowly reseed

Give us your hands

By the grace of god you saved us all

By the ending of you

Slowly reseed

With tongues we speak this night

Slowly reseed

Heavenly descended

Scatter the embers with your hands wide open

Slowly reseed

Scatter the ember

With your hands wide open

Scatter

Scatter

Scatter the ember