Music: Oleksa Lozowchuk
Our place set in stone Perfectly honed Pebbles are prone to get Buried alone Quarried together, standing proud Never a sedimentary crowd Holding fast, built to last Perfectly fitting the Paradigm's cast A role to play, not rolling away Watching as they go on and on and on, on On and on and on and on, on and on Until they are all gone Why be a pebble, lost and deep in the sand Why be a pebble when double and treble the strength is where we stand Don't be a pebble, kicked and tossed and crushed Mountains and granite is more how they planned it So don't get turned to dust Keeping watch, looking 'round The colony's foundation's sound All in line, all refined Fitting together as assigned Why be a pebble, lost and deep in the sand Why be a pebble when double or treble the strength is where we stand Don't be a pebble, kicked and tossed and crushed Mountains and granite is more how they planned it So don't get turned to dust No, don't get turned to dust No, don't get turned to dust Na-na-na, na na-na-na, na na-na-na, na-na Na-na-na, na na-na-na, na na-na-na, na-na Na-na-na, na na-na-na, na na-na-na, na-na Na-na-na, na na-na-na, na na-na-na, na-na