Tell me what's wrong and show me where I should begin
What's the point of lasting when everything fades away?
I'm holding on to the littlest of signs
But all I note is that I'm getting old
When I remember these places I have seen
The world felt so close and what struck me the most
Was realizing we're just different types of ghosts.
From the remote villages to district towns,
The quest for meaning is a permanent thing
This makes us united but desperately alone
What if I don't belong to this place?
Am I a stranger to my race?
The years are passing by, and so does my faith
We are all orphans in indifference
Born under the sign of an endless bloodline
This way might seem too much a concession to choose
No I won't ruin my chance of fulfilment
I'd rather be poor than remaining unsure
Is this worth it when you have everything to lose?
The past is right behind
Redefined day in and day out
Disdaining the truth
Destroying me and you

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