Sight - blessed - roaming - being
What is this gift, an empty rift, a skill unobtained
To see the true nature ruling we must obey
A sphere unkept, we were not meant to lay
As dry land dissipates so quickly does our faith
Our place of origin was not to be obtained

Searching for the lost

Were we left here or forgotten
Must anticipate or participate
Knowing all the answers
Only just to end up late
Must anticipate or participate
Knowing this meaningless existence
Is what we all call fate

Those who claim to see
They are all liars
We've been left here
Asleep in the mire

I - can - only - dream
Awake to see a floating rock
Enveloped by sea
To wait for death, my last breath, make it so
I'm not equipped, page is ripped, eradicate
Repenting to a God i've never known
Religion is an arrowhead to penetrate the soul

Searching for the lost

Expansive universe is what we behold
Were we left here or forgotten
Must anticipate or participate
Wanting to know the answers
Only just to end up late
Must anticipate or participate
Knowing this meaningless existence
Is what we all call fate

Tortured souls
Soon to burn
Sun has set
Onto the Earth
Shot through the wall
Headed for rebirth
The scum we were
No longer known

Those who claim to see
They are all liars
We've been left here
Asleep in the mire