We hold no recollection
Of who we were, who we wanted to be
None shall fall, to find the answers
That would kneel on a wounded knee

What are you but an illusion?
What am I but the eyes that see?
Breaking off in search of nothing
Holding every hand that feeds

What are you but an illusion?
Sent to taunt the eyes that see
My words are useless, yet neverending
What are they but a tragedy?

Life beyond this sent before me
In my words they did conceal
What are you now but an illusion?
Lay your restless hands on me

What are you but an illusion?
What am I but the eyes that see?