I had to step back to breathe
Internal attack on me
The well's running dry for good
Same goes for my eyes, they should
In the end
I realize we're dust from the stars
A strange sensation is all that we are
And we wanna be more even though
We're unsure of the space we're in
I don't mean anything and the value I bring
Isn't worth a cause
Nothing at all, nobody's there
All that we do, nobody carеs
And then the dust is gone
Conniption fit
Conniption fit

[Outro]
Thе bigger picture is beyond
A carbon fissure on its own
Who will find what
When we're all done?