Planet of Gods

In this time We must go on Without a path There's no clear way Sifting through deference, finding vacuous A time where we find, where we find ourselves Compete illusions, our nature shows Ignore course correct, speaking to us The ghost who was afraid of being bagged He left his house with the implements of his craft, and vowed never to return And with outspread arms and a gaping mouth, naturally thought of destroying him You ghosts are a faithless sect, there is no trusting you You will promise, and not give what you promise Here we stand Now we live on Choice comes and goes Leaving us (Nothing) Sinking inward Choke my thoughts, combining the damned Closure brings clarity, clarity brings closure, and so the cycle repeats