Paroles de On The Path To Oblivion

In the time, nothing is impossible So our life has been made By the series of external influences Seed of beeing has been sown Are we the final product or at least on way to reach it? Be quiet And look into your soul The truth may be there And it'll find your way home We're getting to know But we never will know We're still marching on On the path to oblivion Fixed on bowl we orbit that strange source of light Inanely on and on We are poor or we're significant But surely nothing between Are we the final product or at least on way to reach it?