Lyrics The Artist - Last Chance to Reason

The Artist

Always seeking solace in the physical
I do implore:
Is there more to what we are?
No answer satiates my urge…
Clinging, scraping toward comfort
Would you prefer the answer or the question?
Possibility or permanence?
A process cycling or a predetermined path?
Pure reality or augmented?
Is this progress
Or a cycle that I am bound to repeat?
Always on the edge of something beautiful
Limitless in vision
I’m at war with what they say we are
We are more
They forgot the forms of the physical
And the world they did not create
Lost beneath their works
Collective consciousness no longer heard