You feel me?
No one saw your brilliance shine
They buried you with your wisdom
And errors in line
They were ungrateful, this abysmal den
Of cheap humans, irrational commotion again
Do you get it now?
That you're no longer here
I couldn't hear you, but in the groundless tear
Of those who left you behind, and just moved on
There were fake prayers, made me sick till dawn
They don't realize
They're on autopilot now
An unconscious trend, didactic sophists, somehow
Almost conscious zombies, an ironic vice
A tragic, comic slap–not sure of the price
If I could judge, maybe I'd say for sure
Bastard children of persuasion's lure
But maybe I'm one of them, blind to the light
With sharp arguments, but never quite right
What's left of us both, my friend, my brother?
A handful of doubts, one after another
You found the truth, and I feel the sting
How do we laugh, knowing what the end will bring?
You can't hear me, I won't deny the rage
We drew the limits, mapped out every stage
Forgot what mattered most, who goes, who stays
We didn't think of it, wouldn't matter anyways
See the irony?
What seemed like a pillar's might
Became the ruins of our dreams in the night
We were equals, wanting strength and information
But we only wore out, in all this confusion
You found the truth, I got what we deserved
But it doesn't matter now, the life we observed
We lived the brevity, did the opposite instead
Accumulated knowledge, like fools, it was fed
We missed the main answer, the ideal question's call
I just wait, we calculated the fall
We laughed, we fell into the same trap, you see
The start, the stumble, the road–let it be
It doesn't matter the path or where it's led
Just knowing, that there is a destination ahead
