A species so conceited

Yet an existence so worthless

The water is deep

Just the fear of the unknown rings deeper

Inside our hearts

Rings deeper inside our hearts

Even if the clocks stop turning

Even if the forests keep burning

Even if the clocks stop turning

Terra won’t

I see

A species so conceited

Yet an existence so hopeless

The water is deep

Just the fear of the unknown rings deeper

Inside our hearts

This hell which you call home

Is an existence, so vacuous

Slow but sure

This process of realization will occur

No new horizon

Everything went blue

No more days of pride

You wish you knew

Let go

Vanishing pride is the product

A product of a painful truth

Hot wind heats up your face and drives the sand across the land

A vivid second

Followed by emptiness

Another hole you are failing to fill

Haunted by memories

I hear your promises