One day after another
Waiting for the sun to rise
Beacon of light and hope
Burning it all everlasting
Unaware of this consuming star
We go on through the day
Elements, all we are
Parts of this mechanical existence
Holding on tight to this world gone astray
Waiting for another forlorn dawn again
Some go frantic optimistic
Like ants with an illusory dream
Others are quite appeased
Enshrouded in their own nihilistic self
Making rituals out of their routines
Assembling their ethereal cage
Prisoners, all we are
Slaves of this meaningless existence
Holding on tight to this world gone astray
Waiting for another forlorn dawn
Holding on tight to this world gone astray
Waiting for another dawn again
One day after another
Waiting for the sun to rise
Beacon of light and hope
Burning it all everlasting
So I think and I do, I craft and display
To none I reached and no one cared
Holding on tight to this world gone astray
Waiting for another dawn again