Mired in illusion Lost in the masters game Silenced by the idea of time Nurtured with lies and deceit The silent seeker, the seer Travels beyond the veil The silent seeker, the seer Fleeing the dense womb of ignorance To 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 pages Thrown into darkness as stars We travel alone as one When the dust settles on the tavern Is when we're liberated from illusion Taking our first and final breath Realizing life is always after death Mired in illusion Lost in the masters game Silenced by the idea of time time, time, time To 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
