Pre-Pangea

Pre-Pangaea, before the split

You and I must have collided, oh shit!

Strange formations, new bodies boiling

Fault lines crumble, we almost fit like a puzzle!

Post-drift, across the ocean floor

You and I must have created some shores

On a tectonic timeline, there's a strike-slip

Twixt thrust, and rift, and bearing witness

Pre-Pangaea, before the split

You and I must have collided, oh shit!

Strange formations, new bodies boiling

Fault lines crumble, we almost fit like a puzzle!

I ride, I die, or I sit

Waiting on a continent adrift

To raze ancient mountains and shove me down depths

I am that canyon but with nothing left

Pre-Pangaea, before the split

You and I must have collided, oh shit!

Strange formations, new bodies boiling

Fault lines crumble, we almost fit like a puzzle!

"Were all prophets of doom such happy men?"

Seeing the omens and accepting their end

Fanning flames, creating games, and filling the space

Made empty by grace