Who lit the heavens? Who set the stars in motion, where has the architect gone?
What is this world meant to be, was it meant to be anything?
These questions are plaguing
We step away from the world, into the lucidity of dreams
Falling for fantasy, walking through visions, hoping for justice
There is no relief
We are humanity failing, and falling fast, erratic and confused
Like ghosts on the fringe of the real, slipping into ruin
Into sweet delusion
We only have this one planet, Earth, scarred and bleeding
Spinning round in smoke and fumes, devouring the future
We have forsaken it
We poisoned the grail, and set the garden on fire just to watch it burn
We set our feet to wandering, go to make our beds in the wild
Ashes falling from the heavens
