Letra de ego death

Frenzied for means of escape Consciousness melds with the days Longing for a state from before the decay Tedious flows turn to sludge Praying that fate holds no grudges Carrying on with distrust How unjust Is this what it’s like to grow up? To realize everything’s fucked up? To realize dreams are delusions of youth? No room for missteps Easily caught in spiderwebs Wisdom feels worthless when compared to innocence Yet faith is embedded and infinite The beauty of life is ubiquitous The soul dies when all it can do is reminisce