Veils - Crow Black Sky

Hollow and fated, existence obscures

The prefabricated illusion of will

There are no saviours, and death is ensured

Every thought instilled

Hope is fruitless and purpose is blind

Drawing veils over our eyes

Over nothing our choices preside

We are born and we die

Where the seas meet the skies

Between the trees and mountainsides

I may breathe, may resign

The stifling dream may subside

But clarity returns with time

All of this will fade from sight

Sentenced to serve, our futures await

Not that we deserve to deviate

Follow the herd, do not be afraid

The release of death unravels the way

Illusions of will, our thoughts are instilled

Existence obscures, death is ensured

With veils over our eyes, we are born and we die