3:30
Written By:Sauer

The World sets once more,
A tango in the vast,
Eyes set on sparks,
Trapped in its grasp,
He leans up on the edge,
Breaking of the math,
He's diminishing in thought,
Falling from the path,

Blinded by the chase,
He's bound to embrace
The fact of his dismay
This world was made clay,
You've seen it before,
But try to ignore,
The facts of his dismay,
It wont ever be the same!

He Trys to display,
Fading point of view,
Degrading every knowing,
Suffering comes through,
A tight rush to the head,
Leading on its prey,
Understanding why it is,
We do that to this day,

Although we know,
This one won't go,
The fact of his dismay,
This world is made of clay,
He can't seem to find,
The one thing he tried,
The facts if his dismay,
It won't ever be the same!