The Grand Skeptic lyrics

Lucidly, they’re walking amongst the satellites As feet converge with stone; each step they feel alone Divergent ceilings falling? Encapsulating lights? Once the birds have flown, deficits will elope A tree is said to bear the fruits which replenish their façade A man can’t help but pray for substance It’s a lossless art Candid dreams are mocking the birds that wish to fly This nest was built from loans, blood, sweat, tears and bones Divergent ceilings falling? Encapsulating lights? Once the birds have flown, deficits will control what is left to take Modernize our mistake A tree is said to bear the fruits which replenish their façade A man can’t help but pray for substance. It’s a lossless art I’m not the god they wanted In fact, I’m not a god at all The father you say brought life will answer to no one What is left to take? Modernize our mistake