I see sails approaching
With oars like arms
They slowly crawl forward
I see a ship sailing away
Toward distant lands
Artificial horizon
We're no different
Distorted creatures rebuilt piece by piece
I sailed through the ripples of time, constantly the same, constantly strengthened
Scattered and mended by the winds of time
An ever-changing silent desert
I wander in the dark
Attracted by the light
Erasing every trace of my path
Identities
Converging into one
I see sails approaching
With oars like arms
They slowly crawl forward
Gutted and rebuilt like broken glass
Anchored at the weight of memories long gone
The quicksand consuming me at every step
The quicksand consuming me at every step
I see a ship sailing away
Toward distant lands
Artificial horizon
Every fragment reflecting different existences
I sailed through the ripples of time
Constantly the same, constantly
Strengthened, scattered and mended
Strengthened, scattered, mended