To what end?

To what end do we
Proceed so boldly
If all we are is
Chemical reactions?
And what world have you
So deftly sold me
If you reduce me
If I have no soul to touch?

No heart to love, no evil to rise up above
No angels and no ghosts, no real victories to toast
If you believe that this is true, then I must ask:
To what end do you proceed?

No fire in our eyes
No zeal in our hearts
No magic in our songs
Are we just empty vessels?

No fire in our eyes
No zeal in our hearts
No magic in our songs
No fire in our eyes
No zeal in our hearts
No magic in our songs
And you tell me...
I have no soul to touch
No heart to love, no evil to rise up above
No angels and no ghosts, no real victories to toast
If you believe that this is true, then I must ask:
To what end do you proceed?

Did I not feel your love? Did I not feel your hate?
And did my heart not beat, and did my heart not break?
And are these tears for naught? And are these words in vain?
If this is all we are then what have we to gain?
What of all the art and books, music and poetry?
What of all our memories? What of our hopes and dreams?
They hold no value then, we hold no faith but greed
So I must ask you: To what end do we proceed?