No start,
no end,
no midst,
my friend
No death,
no hide,
no tale
to write
No start,
no trace,
no scent to chase No soul,
no feel,
no heart
to steal
We're not the ones we thought we were
We're not the ones we thought we were
No cause,
no ground,
no lost,
nor found
No strength,
no spite,
no light
to shine
No grip,
no train,
no aim to find No sense
to breathe,
no sound
to leave
We're not the ones we thought we were