Breathless, we all seek to be focused
on something we cannot obtain
The Dreamers, the Believers
Never gaining just enough ground
We plumb the depths
We search the stars
Endeavoring for Truth
And in the world’s eyes,
we’ll be martyrs of our own minds
Logicians of a past time
Clinging blindly to a good man’s lie
Faceless, we all seek to be noticed
by something we cannot explain
The Conceivers, the Deceivers
And I will be
all that you need
In time, you’ll see
And in the world’s eyes,
we’ll be martyrs of our own minds
Logicians of a past time
Clinging blindly to a good man

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