We are left to ourselves
To our consciousness itself.
Left alone in the dark
We are trying for something
That's already found us.
We can't go on this way
But there's nothing left to do
Other than despair.
The leafs are bloody black
Falling and falling down
And being flushed by the stream.
Devouring consciousness and
It's digesting power
Are overwhelming the lost minds
Of the few.
We've tried and tried
So hard we can't remember
How hard we've tried.
Virginity is no longer quality
Death surrounds us
But it cannot take us.
We're immortal and yet we cease to be
The current takes us with
Through the garden, through the gate
To the other side and yet
We try to resist and destroy the system.
It has no meaning and
Makes no sense
Why choose to live,
If we can choose not to?
