We're all held hostage by our conventions
Slaves to our most basic desires
Blinded by consciousness from our ascension
And locked in a dance of undulating ire
And I can't do much but sit aside
And let life take me in its tides
Drift beside my wayward guide
And let life take me
Wrenched from the comfort of our conventions
And thrown into a sea of chaos
So many rely upon external invention
An outward expression created and deepened by loss
And I can't do much but sit aside
And let life take me in its tides
Drift beside my wayward guide
And let life take me
To the other side
And there it goes, all we know in a moment passing by
It never slows, this eternal flow, but behind the inner eye
Oh why
Oh why