Cradle, empty people
A struggle for power
See no relief
Energy taking form
Welcomed my joy in the feet of a thief
My own painted notion
Looking back on the original plan
Religion's sacred, hopeless
Still in the question the goal of man
Searching, waiting, holding
Nothing in my hand
Prove this life, this question
I need to know why, know why
Understanding nothing, I'm blinking insane
More fucking questions, swell the brain
