interdimensional summit

mired in illusion

lost in the masters game

silenced by the idea of time

nurtured with lies and deceit

the silent seeker

the seer

travels beyond the veil

the silent seeker

the seer

fleeing the dense womb of ignorance

to the trained eye

there are no coincidences

the more you see

the less it makes sense

to the trained eye

there are no coincidences

if you can not see

you can not truly know

we are the current sum of all the ages

leaving a trail of burnt pages

thrown into darkness as stars

we travel alone as one

when the dust settles on the tavern

is when we're liberated from illusion

taking our first and final breath

realizing life is always after death

mired in illusion

lost in the masters game

silenced by the idea of time

to the trained eye

there are no coincidences

the more you see

the less it makes sense

to the trained eye

there are no coincidences

if you can not see

you can not truly know

the silent seeker

the seer

travels beyond the veil

the silent seeker

the seer

fleeing the dense womb of ignorance