culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded
into an inharmonic whole,
questions that besiege us in life
are testament of our helplessness,
there's no vestige of a beginning,
no prospect of an end
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,
time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't
explain why it should slip away,
questions that besiege us in life
are testament of our helplessness,
there's no vestige of a beginning,
no prospect of an end
when we all disintegrate it will all happen again,
if you came to conquer you'll be king for a day,
but you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away,
and believe these words you hear
when you think your path is clear
we have no control,
we have no control,
we have no control,
we do not understand,
you have no control,
you are not in command
you have no control,
we have no control,
no control,
no control,
you have no control