I crawl to the sober throne of god And fear the being i've made of me Open eyes to see the thousand faces In one only turmoil and variety
So melty is the swarm and sweet The sense is lost in the wells so deep The shine's not there for us to see No need of guide for this final trip
And the ground flirts with us And to her we're doomed to be With eyes to face
Once set the goals, those to get In a way, will's bound in a way Desire burns, it dances in your head The piece fits, complete the nonsense is
Sewing the wounds With the threads of our somber fate The sad sight of ourselves is left We're dead
The goals in a way...
