What's it like waiting for all this to die?
What's it like knowing it's all been a lie?
What's it for, what's it all for anyway?
At the edge, watching it slowly decay
So tone deaf
Living life like there's no death
But the paths that splinter will never be met, yeah
It repeats, all time, forever, always
What that means, nobody living can say
Is that all, all that there is anyway?
At the edge watching it slowly give way
It's too late, the fable that is known as fate
We are born to create and then dissipate