There is a feeling
At the end
That you are being pulled
Into the abyss
Of time
Forces you can neither see
Nor know
All there is collapses
Like a great plan
Shredded by circumstance
And chance
Our lives are seconds
Sand passing
Through a god's hand
In a desert and desolation
A wasteland
We are dust
Tossed by wind
And we dance
Without control
Only to have some hope
That the music is inside
Will take us to the promised land
