We knew the cost
The price we had to pay
Felt the loss
As the moment slipped away
Led to the edge
To drink from poisoned wells
Heedless of the harm
We brought upon ourselves
We fall
Before abject altars
The pulse of racing hearts
We return
To primal forms unbound
Near and yet so far apart
Through mirrorlands
Paths laid in molten glass
Doomed to repeat
The present as the past
We set our feet
Upon this burning path
With every step
The cycle is recast
We fall
Before abject altars
The pulse of racing hearts
We return
To primal forms unbound
Near and yet so far apart
Only loss awaits
In this ouroboric state
Ossified in grief
We call to empty skies in search of peace
Desperate for relief
To heal the wounds that cut so deep
A storming surge
A fading ray of light
Sanctuary
Beyond the edge of sight
The endless march
Regression to the source
With every wave, sorrow
Returns in greater force
We are questions without answers
Viewed through the fog of sleep
Recursive loops of self-consumption
Along a path that time has worn so deep