The Neologist - Remote And Desolate

The same is true
No matter where we are
The process repeating all over again
By the nature of our existence
We circulate
Fixated on the past

From start to end
Here we are again
On this path we walk
Every step the same
From the smallest parts
To the largest crowds
We are all in one
And one in all

All alone and in control
Come and gone
We are the world's waste
Circle of fate, all is lost
Desolate, we are the world's waste

Clocks will tick around the world
Striking through our lives
The same hour echoes the past
And chimes to the sound
Of a future that's our own

Time and place are own thoughts
In the end, our differences will bend

From start to end
Here we are again
On this path we walk
Every step the same
From the smallest parts
To the largest crowds
We are all in one
And one in all

All alone and in control
Come and gone
We are the world's waste
Circle of fate, all is lost
Desolate, we are the world's waste

From start to end
Here we are again
On this path we walk
Every step the same
From the smallest parts
To the largest crowds
We are all in one
And one in all

All alone and in control
Come and gone
We are the world's waste
Circle of fate, all is lost
Desolate, we are the world's waste