Testo di Canaan

So enticed by the incentives Inside all broken and defensive Glorifying the human pace As if there's some destination For our supposed sublimation Our delusions lead the way No promised land No Canaan found in our ascension No answers found in our progression I'm having trouble seeing the importance A fragile front masks our ignorance Maybe tomorrow it will be OK I've heard that before And it sounds like madness Tomorrow is gone, we almost had it But egos got in the way