The quickening is an ephemeral thing

That only happens in the dark

Like catching lightning in a jar

And the pain that it brings

Is just the promise of spring

It’s madness on the way

Oh, what does it mean…

To come alive

To come alive

To come alive

(To come alive) To come alive

To come alive

To come alive

The entering is soulful conjecturing

Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved coast

Please come back to me again

Because the way that she bleeds

He’ll sit alone when he reads

Confusing words and deeds

So what does it mean…

[Chorus]

To pierce the fame of the sacred and profane

For science, in service of the faith

But who will bear the mark of Cain?

[Chorus]