Hyperwill Crisis - Absent Distance

So much we try

So much to lose

So much we plan to live

So soon we die

Unreal existence shifting in the air

A common ghost of the lifelines

Left behind and incomplete

Rejected in ignorance

No need to believe

Weaving the air to form the shape

Seeding despair to mould the fate

Breeding more and more bodies

To hide away the breath of life

The true breath of life

So much we try

So much to lose

So much we plan to live

So soon we die

Fly, fly away from me now