I see an old man, so small standing alone
Alone and afraid into the dark
Of the sky in the plainest of land
Wrinkles of time tell his face and his hands
His moments of glory now lost in the sands
And never again... no one to love
No one to die by his side
No one... no care, no God... no pride!
There is no meaning...
Behind this meaning of life
Can't find any answers...
To console my agnostic strife
I, scream... into the sky
Can't help but wonder
If you even hear my cries!
Got to be some kind of reason for everything
And all that I feel when I look into the sky
Is a void of emptiness
Cold, that man fear so old, myself
My fear of my becoming!
Why is it that we're born in this world
Just to fear the very day that we leave it?
Searching through space with inner devotion
Searching for man's most primitive emotion
I search through the stars, the light burning near
Yet I feel so cold, so alone, so filled with fear
Can't help but feel, there's got to be some kind of reason
For everything and all that has grown so dear to me
I fear I'm losting you! I fear I'm losing my grip on myself!
We continue the timeless search for utter truth
Whether enlightening or awful
We too yearn discovery and scientific proof...
The more I think the more I fear
With the more I learn
The naive may be fine
But I am not as the clock tunes
Have I been here before?
I wonder how I even sleep at night...
Wondering if this is a memory or a dream
The fear holds me tight
Have we once encountered minds
From the reach less corners of time and space?
Prphecies, discoveries of events
Still yet to fall into place?
Behind the dark corners
Of the celestial sease where chaos creeps...
Have we forgotten everything
From the ancient keep?
Mysterious forces of life and time
That hold mankind
In their fearsome grip
The unknown beckons
The darkness deepens
Like the dawn of a solar eclipse
Replics and secrets of the past
Left to be forgotten...
Texts disheveled, buried for eons
To make them unreadable and rotten...
The horror grows as we uncover
In length the truth of the ancient lore
Now there is no fear of space
But of the ones who came here before!
(solo)
This must be some horrible dream!!!
Have we all been pre-determined
To only end our lives
And so it shall be written in the hidden
And forgotten in the titan archives!
The cosmos wide, vortex of time
Bare no myths so this earth...
Have we once learned the secrets
Past and come of this universe?
What is God? What is world?
There is no answer that is the truth...
Neither can ever be determined
With science or logical proof...
Where did we come from?
Where are we going?
Why do we cling to life?
Why doesn't all of this human race
Come to terms and realize?
(solo)
Why do we think what we think?
What powers are concealed in these minds?
Where does space and time begin and end?
What knowledge have we left behind?
Knowing what I do now...
...On my deathbed the question I pose is this
Does the universe we've lived and thrived on...
...Even exist?!
