Grasping at the sands of time reveals Sliding through your hands Our fate is sealed Living all your life so filled with fear You gather all you can and hold it near Carving up the land as you make it clear Who can have what from there or here
Thinking that your plan is so ideal Losing true sight of what is real
What is real Born into their perfect shame Fixed upon their tiny flame What is real
As the tides rise upon the wheel Lines in the sand will disappear You will wake up and sense the feel You'll have a chance to lift the veil Dissolving insubstantia as you exhale Heart and a feather Placed upon the scale Rising up above as your essence prevails Ascending past the realm Of a mind that jails
Insubstantia wants you Insubstantia needs you
What is real What is real
Born into their perfect shame Fixed upon their tiny flame What is real What is real
