Winds

A flaw in the grand design of what we call living

An aimless contradiction based purely on fiction



We must first accept our need to be

If we are to live and to be free

Failure to choose and realize

Is the foundation of our demise



Our subconscious is trying to tell us something

If not here, where should we be, how can we know

And if existence is imagined, does it matter anyway



Its really trying to tell us something

Were not really here, where we should be, that I do know

And as long as imagination exists, matter is obsolete



Meeting it face to face, seeing it eye to eye

Finding reason in changed stability

The key to realizing our futility



Our subconscious is trying to tell us something

That were really not here, that we really dont know

That our existence is imagined, but it matters anyway



Hope through turning away, letting go of getting nearer

Finding the words to express it, even further down the road

Stepping right in, drawing closer, for time is here and now


[ The Grand Design Lyrics ]