We've waited so long just to tell the truth but
The time for it has passed.
Mark it up to the humans
Who yearn to be as lazy as the animals,
So beset by the flaws of others
Brilliant in their eyes
They take a pick to the bevel,
Try to chisel inclusions in the crystal.
But there are no cries of pain there,
What you feel must go unfelt.
It is you who cries for you — the rest are
Chorus
To match you whine for sigh
But they are what you have become
As you've lost all you had of your life
Like an old sailor on a pier with a Ferris wheel,
Whose entire frame of reference is what happened there.
Everything else was an idea
That led back to this, now nothing
But a blue horizon,
All he ever was.
