Of what magnitude is this complexion of life?

Lying awake at the mercy of our train of thought

So we cover up our vices

And in a lack for grit try to outlive this weakness



Take these words and make sense of them if you will

Cause I am just too tired to care any longer

Yet I can feel that there is just no end to this

In the circle of self-deception



As we spend our waking years with a restless search for a higher meaning

I defy, for I can't take all these empty words and empty gestures anymore



What fortitude is there to be found in giving up?

Nothing leads us to a change in scope

There is no change of motivation

And so we anxiously welcome our demise



As we spend our waking years with a restless search for a higher meaning

I defy, for I can’t take all these empty words and empty gestures anymore



No, but I will not be subject to these desires

For there cannot be only darker times ahead



As we spend our waking years with a restless search for a higher meaning

I defy, for I can’t take all these empty words and empty gestures anymore



Hence we realize life has ran past our aspirations

Still fostering our fear of loss, still fostering all of our dreams