Obsession in the sky, compulsion in the soil All means are exhausted, all methods are drained All attempts made are made in vain
It’s futile once again, and futile ever more Amidst high-rises and monorails Chemicals come; chemicals fail
Despite my will the morning sun will rise
And ignite all my failures in a crimson blaze of fluorescence The morning birds still sing their songs Unalarmed by the discord of the shotgun barrel in my mouth
Futile in the way I fail you
I’m too weak to hold you down Everything is sad and quiet now
Futile in the way I marched you an empire of sorrows Everyone knows trying to hold you down is futile
Despite my will the morning sun will rise Despite my want the evening moon will fall
And fall, it will fall alone
In the search for God, I found faith in a dying star Cast to sink in cold horizons that soon will drag me in
Futile in the way I fail you
I’m too weak to hold you down Everything is sad and quiet now
Futile in the way I marched you an empire of sorrows Everyone knows trying to hold you down is futile
All means are exhausted, all methods are drained All attempts made are made in vain
It’s futile…