The Most Alone

(альбом: Days Of The Lost - 2022)

Far in the distance, revealed to be the end
Draws ever closer to ourselves
The jagged edges of our past tear the years apart
Relived in empathy denied

I see longing through the timeless eyes
I see purpose gone astray through a prism of lies
I see longing, I see purpose gone astray
Why does it matter?

The higher we rise, the further we go
No matter how close we can get
The higher we rise, the further we go
In this, the poverty of self

What in the future opens to the void
These longer days stretch away
Helpless as the mind commands
Raise us from oppression's hold
We're altered by our divide

I see longing for some peace of mind
I see purpose gone astray, does it matter?

The higher we rise, the further we go
No matter how close we can get
The higher we rise, the further we go
In this, the poverty of self
We are the most alone

Looking through a prism of lies
I see purpose gone astray, does it matter?

The higher we rise, the further we go
No matter how close we can get
The higher we rise, the further we go
In this, the poverty of self
We are the most alone

(The most alone...)