Artificial Language The Grand Skeptic Lyrics

Lucidly, they're walking amongst the satellites
As feet converge with stone; each step they feel alone
Divergent ceilings falling?
Encapsulating lights?
Once the birds have flown, deficits will elope

A tree is said to bear the fruits which replenish their façade
A man can't help but pray for substance
It's a lossless art

Candid dreams are mocking the birds that wish to fly
This nest was built from loans, blood, sweat, tears and bones

Divergent ceilings falling?
Encapsulating lights?

Once the birds have flown, deficits will control what is left to take
Modernize our mistake

A tree is said to bear the fruits which replenish their façade
A man can't help but pray for substance
It's a lossless art

I'm not the god they wanted
In fact, I'm not a god at all
The father you say brought life will answer to no one

What is left to take?
Modernize our mistake