Leave No Trace - Anathema

Born to the glare of the senses

Spoon-fed reality infused

A new inherent —

passive contentment

you are so easily amused

Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat

a dream in the

passage of time

chances are fading

this world isn’t waiting

the moment is passing you by Questions lie beneath the surface

the fools are fooled once again

Benign coincidence —

we stole our existence

and gladly cast it to the wind

Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat

a dream in the

passage of time

chances are fading

this world isn’t waiting

the moment is passing you by Slowly spinning on the wind back home…