Lyrics
A thousand footsteps without direction
Adrift like snowfall from winter skies
Aimless parades of burning ambivalence
Selling false hope in certainty's guise
Living and breathing in sorrow's colossus
The teeming masses who wait a reply
Hoping for something that tastes of deliverance
Waiting for answers to fall from the sky
Are we just living ghosts, waiting to be free
Some kind of tipping point we never dare exceed
What if no one comes to liberate our souls
When all of this is all there is to make us whole
Hidden meanings extracted from vagaries
Fruitless visions predicting an end
Near projection of personage prophecy
Finding doom in every change of the wind
Inside a culture of spiritual violence
Demons singing like creatures of night
Hiding faces and watching hypocrisy
Vending salvation that no one invites
Are we just living ghosts, waiting to be free
Some kind of tipping point we never dare exceed
What if no one comes to liberate our souls
When all of this is all there is to make us whole
A thousand questions in search of an answer
Seeking a meaning in creation's design
A futile wish for an order of randomness
A certain outcome to which we're resigned
Reaching skyward in hope of protection
Leading the weak to defeat of the strong
Unanswered prayers suggest the conclusion
That everything we know is probably wrong
Are we just living ghosts, waiting to be free
Some kind of tipping point we never dare exceed
What if no one comes to liberate our souls
When all of this is all there is to make us whole