Hyperwill Crisis

So much we try 
so much to lose 
so much we plan to live 
so soon we die 

unreal existence shifting in the air 
a common ghost of the lifelines 
left behind and incomplete 
rejected in ignorance 
no need to believe 

weaving the air to form the shape 
seeding despair to mould the fate 
breeding more and more bodies 
to hide away the breath of life 
the true breath of life 

So much we try 
so much to lose 
so much we plan to live 
so soon we die 

Fly, fly away from me now