We cut emptiness through and through Our voices are geared up and tiring Raucous breathing and bitter spirit Shatters from our life thrown up in the air Crashing down below Just like eternal snow In this world I wait for a sign A simple hand
At the end of the day We carry just enough to play We fight ourselves to death Our guts open we lay against The uncanny world routine That leaves no time to stray From towers that you build For beauty and parade I'm sick of this world where men are trapped like birds
All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
I'll lay my bones at your feet Just to blow your minds away Vexation of spirit I know we all do this in vain
I'm sick and tired So sick and tired
We rage on While searching We take it out Our stain of life
But the night we burn our faces down The night our flesh is melting A new realm shall rise