Wasting my time before the time comes
Figuring out just how the trip begun
Making the blood count as the bleeding flows
Pretending to know what everybody knows

The search started when the void was sprung
Undeniable truth came to a grinding halt
You've started a fire to see who would get burned
Then all of our lives got wrapped into the flood

No such thing as a time yet to come
Never a matter of when it began
Time and again the affirmations come
Generations of weaker men would have succumbed

Birth of silence, the connection's gone
Walls come up, the labyrinth's looming tall
Waves of bliss among the firestorm
She'll always be there, but just a bit too far

The loss is part of the process
The loss is part of the process
The loss is part of the process
The loss is part of the process