To dream of death to dream of life
In the city of despair I found the living
To dream of life to dream of death
In the city of the living I found despair
I see the sun baked earth before me
The peaks beckon from afar
Their siren songs reverberate
Plains open before me and yet I wait within the walls of suffocating trepidation
Unfettered by the prophecy of experiencing death alone
We try our hand at shielding our faces from our mortality
We failed the sky and lost the movement and echo of stone
An ascension reveals unmatched fears as the haunting farce appears