One more time we move through endless spaces
As we bring our distractions down through the phases
Throw your thoughts to the wind and let the currents take them
Let the dead bury the dead and drown your apprehensions.
TELL ME about your hollow promises of purpose,
About guiding misdirection with careful steps laid down with worship,
LIE TO ME and say we're working towards something,
Cause when we lay our heads to rest our legacies lose potency in ourselves.
Our sanity demands
We realize the sand on which we stand,
Perspectives shifting with the waves,
We can swing the scythe til our bones bleed bare
And fight our wars til our graves have no air,
But our works and words are fleeting
Like our works and words are seeds.
We are eternal trapped in the temporal,
We are laying roads we'll never know,
Perspective demands to be shown.
We are the dream before the waking,
A mere shadow of the reality we've been faking,
With sudden transitory seconds left on our clocks
We've been dreaming within dreams that time will never stop,
We are the light lying low in touching twilight,
And letting all the thoughts we hope be swept away til future daylight,
And with our final fleeting thoughts we thought to dream away the midnight oil to find we'd never wake.