Hieroglyphs کے بول

Stamping your heels along with the drum Praying the serpent's underneath one of 'em Like there's some villain left to defeat Instead of a dance with a rhythm and beat ‘Cause you've been too busy thinking ahead Of where we're all going after we're dead To maybe consider our bodies are worth More than the dust that we can return To the ground again We turn that old wheel round again Well, even the great celestial hieroglyphs Are bodies of dust illuminated, and if The heavens can be both sacred and dust Oh, maybe so can the rest of us ‘Cause I've seen the line of ocean and shore The tumbling tide of water and soil And I've seen the day's fading begin The gradient wake of the Sun that spins Around again It'll burn that old wheel down in the end