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
