Exposed and paralysed, dazed by the staring of the swarm
Watching them cowering under the veil of the archdrone
Forged in desire to please the father of them all
They scrap their limbs to build a monument to their disease
Late is the hour
The year of the cicada is upon us again
A season’s change won’t prevent another obscuring descent
It’s just a winter of delay
Dethrone his reign at last, for another cycle to complete
To spread their wings requires shedding of old skin
Forsaken tomorrow, committed to a mocking song
The lords of summer fade under the absence of a sun
Oh
Even at the very end
They’ll sing along
Late is the hour
The year of the cicada is upon us again (Is upon us again)
A season’s change won’t prevent another obscuring descent
It’s just a winter of delay