The Way Is Through - Minsk

We’ve built illusion, into every failing sequence / Welcome decay in honor of

the sun

This hollow shell, this beacon of suffering / The path unknown, we carry on,

we approach

A death march, repeating, forever in a circle

And hidden from our sight, for an end we still falsely seek / To see the road,

and to not traverse

There is a cost here, etched in every heart / Would destroy the will,

would vanquish the soul

The pain we hide, from ourselves / And now let us proceed with all that we know,

balance returns

That will awaken to begin

A new procession

Toward an undoing

Stowed away beneath time

How far can you see, never far enough

And how much ground must be covered to roundly crown the bluff

The circle ever bending

The cycle never ending

The way is through, no circumventing here

To see the road and not to traverse

Would destroy the will, would vanquish the soul

So let us proceed with all that we know

This fire inside ascends, awaiting, new light to rise

Awaken to begin a new procession

Starlight commands the world be built again

To start again by ceasing

We approach, another cycle

Awaken, to begin, renewal

Why aren’t you living

Why would you repeat this