Overthrowing Creation Itself

When the shadows grow long
And gravity begins to let you down
Can the space-bound fetus pilot
Around and our way out

Because to me, every moment matters
To me, every moment matters
You can never move forward
While standing still

To me, every moment matters
Shall we just place the blame
On invention or our ability
Of discovery

The temperature will drop as the astronauts
Are seduced by the twilight's motherly appeal
The temperature will drop as the astronauts
Are seduced by the twilight's motherly appeal

And deaths arms are outward bound
As we strike upwards toward the stars
Into this god's trained hands
To his trained hands
To his trained hands
To his trained hands
To his trained hands

To me, every moment matters
Yes, to me, every moment matters
Yes, to me... (matters)

Because death's arms are outward bound
Crushing us like cars into tiny squares
To me, yes to me
To me, every moment matters