[00:33.12]Seizing consciousness for an unknown, finite, time
[00:41.04]Torn from the warmth of the womb
[00:49.11]Unable to plumb the impossible distance to the end
[00:56.82]Perhaps to be found at the turn of the page
[01:05.10]The days without fulfillment
[01:08.82]A mirage of of the truth
[01:12.69]Stumble forth with greater strides
[01:16.41]Each day that passes by
[01:20.70]Initial hope and alacrity
[01:24.33]Turned to a darkened mind
[01:28.68]No sight of reason or understanding
[01:33.54]No chance to avoid your fate
[01:53.07]Existence a termagant mistress with no pity or remorse
[02:00.18]Selfish actions perpetually snare the heart
[02:08.31]Dragging us all by the hair, screaming into the void
[02:16.29]To the eternal darkness that awaits us all
[02:25.11]The days without fulfillment
[02:28.80]A mirage of of the truth
[02:32.70]Stumble forth with greater strides
[02:36.42]Each day that passes by
[02:40.71]Initial hope and alacrity
[02:44.31]Turned to a darkened mind
[02:48.69]No sight of reason or understanding
[02:53.52]No chance to avoid your fate
[03:28.74]The beacons on the secluded islands of the heart
[03:36.81]That grip into your waning soul
[03:45.27]Calm the tempest to allow the peace
[03:52.77]To accept the embrace of the universe
[04:01.08]The days without fulfillment
[04:04.80]A mirage of of the truth
[04:08.70]Stumble forth with greater strides
[04:12.42]Each day that passes by
[04:16.68]Initial hope and alacrity
[04:20.34]Turned to a darkened mind
[04:24.66]No sight of reason or understanding
[04:29.52]No chance to avoid your fate

Seizing consciousness for an unknown, finite, time
Torn from the warmth of the womb
Unable to plumb the impossible distance to the end
Perhaps to be found at the turn of the page
The days without fulfillment
A mirage of of the truth
Stumble forth with greater strides
Each day that passes by
Initial hope and alacrity
Turned to a darkened mind
No sight of reason or understanding
No chance to avoid your fate
Existence a termagant mistress with no pity or remorse
Selfish actions perpetually snare the heart
Dragging us all by the hair, screaming into the void
To the eternal darkness that awaits us all
The days without fulfillment
A mirage of of the truth
Stumble forth with greater strides
Each day that passes by
Initial hope and alacrity
Turned to a darkened mind
No sight of reason or understanding
No chance to avoid your fate
The beacons on the secluded islands of the heart
That grip into your waning soul
Calm the tempest to allow the peace
To accept the embrace of the universe
The days without fulfillment
A mirage of of the truth
Stumble forth with greater strides
Each day that passes by
Initial hope and alacrity
Turned to a darkened mind
No sight of reason or understanding
No chance to avoid your fate