Future Primitive - Papercuts

I’m a soldier in the world

But we’ll leave it all someday

What’s the use in trying to hide

Where we came from anyway?

We are born to this world

Out on known from the beyond

When it’s time to return

You won’t be looking in the mirror

Future primitive

The ones you left behind

Are still with you, my dear

The life of our dirt

We are here and we’re gone

It’s our work that marches on

Well, we cross the river once

And we’ll do it once again

The valley it will open

And the mountains fall to their knees

Take the girl from the parents

And leave the rest behind

What you wanted was your life

Well, you’ll get something more

Future primitive

The ones you left behind

Are still with you, my dear

The life of our dirt

We are here and we’re gone

It’s our work that marches on