Mired in illusion
Lost in the master's game
Silenced by the idea of time
Nurtured with lies and deceitThe silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer
Fleeing the dense womb of ignoranceTo the trained eye
There are no coincidences
The more you see
The less it makes sense
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
If you can not see
You can not truly know
We are the current sum of all the ages
Leaving a trail of burnt pagesThrown into darkness as stars
We travel alone as oneWhen the dust settles on the tavern
Is when we're liberated from illusion
Taking our first and final breath
Realizing life is always after deathMired in illusion
Lost in the masters game
Silenced by the idea of timeTo the trained eye
There are no coincidences
The more you see
The less it makes sense
To the trained eye
There are no coincidences
If you can not see
You can not truly know
The silent seeker, the seer
Travels beyond the veil
The silent seeker, the seer
Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance
