If we chase acclaim in search for...search for stature,
then our status becomes a vacuum draining. Opulence is
a myth for there is no final rest.
Change in circumstance only delays. The inescapable fact
that we are downcast.
In looking to the end weve lost sight of where to begin.
Hope lies not in reaching...reaching the end, if the
journey itself is enough to bring fulfillment.
Without conclusion this song will end. Without conclusion
there is no final rest.
Without conclusion... Shred...
We are void of purpose before we start.
For in chasing our destination the present state is sacrificed... sacrificed.
In looking to... In looking to the end we have lost sight
of where to begin.
Weve lost... We have lost sight of where to begin.