No, this can't be real
My mind's just fading away
Swept henceforth by the stream that is
My subconsciousness
Why? It's the question that's driving us
Towards a frightening infinity
No distant world within
The range of our vision
What is past, what is present
What is about to be
In the end it was nothing more
Than a mere reflection in my soul
Blinded by mastery
Blinded by splendour
Driven by an affliction of progress
We'll pay the price
A necessary sacrifice
In the name of progress
That put my death first
Amongst many others
Swallowed by light
Fallen through time
Lost on the intricate path of creation
My name shall forever be forgotten
We are the stain on the
Countenance of the skies
No distant world within
The range of our vision
