We lay down ourselves in ignorant absensce
No lasting word we will find as there is none
For words we will crave
Moments as they fail
Answers seem to lack, questions still left unasked
We're not the same, a noiseless change, though we are
Still we see a weak display in scenes
Of what was meant to be
Still we know a few words of what we've lost
They are left meaningless
Strange intents will be a veil covering our shame
Until we face the truth as lies often are
Still we see a weak display in scenes
Of what was meant to be
Still we know a few words of what we've lost
They are left meaningless
Answers seem to lack, nothing left unsaid
We are instead left meaningless
Still we see a weak display in scenes
Of what was meant to be
Still we know a few words of what we've lost
They are left meaningless
We are left
meaningless...
