At what cost
build to the sky
outshine our gods
shut down our minds
believe our own lies
never find rest
reaching so far
never see the goal

Occupy these days with expense and sadness
drain the soul dry in search of the rotting
blindly thrust ourselves into the fires of waste
hands, extended, become folded in mournful prayers

Mining our cavernous graves
our home, our mausoleum
in ignorance we stretch
reaching only the end

Occupy these days with expense and sadness
drain the soul dry in search of the rotting
blindly thrust ourselves into the fires of waste
hands, extended, become folded in mournful prayers

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