歌词
Figures emblazoned, from pure air they descend
My thoughts lie somewhere in between
Trapped in the current of this everflowing stream
Like the hand that pens the words, yet knows not what it means
Oh persistent soul, you'll see
All is lost by those who seek these things
Cold arms reaching out, grasping at fumes
Crying out to nothing longingly
Fissures of the psyche taking root
The crumbling structure changed me
The gap between what is and what must be
Further we wander
Deeper we dig
Cold arms reaching out, grasping at fumes
Crying out to nothing longingly
Struggle as you may, you'll never be satiated
You're digging your own grave
Oh persistent soul, you'll see
All is lost by those who seek these things
Ghosts we chase, til we are ghosts as well
Set ablaze in this self fulfilling hell