Leave No Trace

Born to the glare of the senses Spoon-fed reality infused A new inherent passive contentment you are so easily amused Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat a dream in the passage of time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by Questions lie beneath the surface the fools are fooled once again Benign coincidence we stole our existence and gladly cast it to the wind Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat a dream in the passage of time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by Slowly spinning on the wind back home No future, no warning --- Leave No Trace - Anathema