[Intro]
Any tree is destined to shed all its beautiful leaves and dry
Any fire is destined to flare up, illuminating the way
And then disappear into the darkness
It scares
We are told that we must leave a trail
Have to be more than we are
It is for this reason that a race against time is formed
In which the human loses
But it’s a lot easier to leave a trail than it seems
You can take a piece of dirt and write your name on the wall
There will be a mark, no doubt
Except I don’t think it’s gonna perpetuate you
It’s hardly the sort of thing that would shake a chill death
And prevent oblivion
But I strongly object to being a piece of dirt for the hands of unfeeling people
And that’s why I’m isolated
That’s why I burn anyone who dares touch me

[Verse]
At the bottom of black water
Face of the familiar abyss
I look in it for someone like you
People like me who couldn’t find their place
Dream in a condom
A garden poisoned with lies
I’m a character in an art house movie
From which there is no escape