Follow us, reaching out of us,
to strain against determination
Superfluous is our structure,
maintained by the predication
We're so continuous
Intent on the will, to follow us
Intent on the will, to fall
Bet out, wise so minimal,
to see the path that is laid
The chaos, is a function of mind,
not on a realistic base
We're so continuous
Intent on the will, to follow us
Intent on the will, to fall
We turn on the world,
raise doubt for the gain
We turn on the world and say
Pay us, for the wasting of
time we invest in the pain
So terrible, is the lie that
we master our own destiny
We're so continuous
Intent on the will,
demons bring us down