The Promised Land

Why do we stay in the cradle?
Why do we provide suffering to our little heart?
Our star did not leave us, did not leave us
Our star did not leave us, did not leave us
The pulse of veins flowing in the earth
Faint, faint pulse
Heart leading to death
And the weak life return to the planet
Is it necessary to sacrifice the soul?
Why do we stay in the cradle?
Why do we beg for mercy?
In the fatal earth?