Dry Bones Army collision

Chaos,
Inevitability of chance
Cosmos,
Fate of occurrence
Wind-cutting ideas
And concepts of stone
Are destined to prevail
Against shots from below
Concepts of stone
Aiming opposite goals
In the same track
There's no reason
To force your mind
A fight for control
Can't be measured
Or even seen without
Shattering them all apart
In your head
Are the tools to innovate
(Chaos is done)
Detune the sound of the storm
In your head
Are the tools to innovate
(Damage is done)
Tearing us all apart
Head-on collision
Between two ultimate truths
Each infallible, incorruptible
The other defilable
Unaware of their true
And interchangeable nature.
Each infallible, decomposable
Collision!
Collision, clear the skies
For the impending clash
Dire embrace
Of conflicts past
Sibling forces
Once holding hand
One can't be stopped,
The other everything can withstand
In your head
Are the tools to innovate
(Chaos is done)
Detune the sound of the storm
In your head
Are the tools to innovate
(Damage is done)
Tearing our soul apart
Watch the time to become...