Verse 1:
As I stand on the grave of my elders
All their memories are calling from the past
Though I somewhat vividly remember
I no longer feel their warmth in my hands
Everything they ever meant is just interpretation
Fuzzy recollections of their best and worst traits
Never knowing the regrets and hidden pains
Are their true identities just another secret buried in the grave?
Well I guess that I'm the same
Tellin' souls to fly away 'cuz I will be okay
When the truth is, I can't even tell if blood is in veins
I'm so empty, I've been living just to build a frame for coffinspace
Friends, dreams, beliefs, good fights
Just so I can tell myself I had a full life
No idea when it's my turn to die
But like my loved ones in the ground, I'm just passing by
Hook:
'Cuz no matter the belief, all the answers that you seek
Lead to one reality, that we're all just passing by
Everybody's just a shadow through our memory
And only the emotions that we shared will be left in the obscurity
Verse 2:
Cuz all the empathy in the world
Wouldn't ever let me know how it's like from your shoes
I could sing about it every day
And still fail to portray your conditions, having everything to lose
Just verisimilitude
Imagery in prose never grimmer than the truth
Tell em of the thickness of the blood we've never seen
But it's never quite as red as the spilling in the province and the streets
Farmers starving, oh the irony
Beggars lying under tall walls of ivory
Childless mother's tears, fears of a refugee
Shattered views warrant need for an effigy
Looking for a savior with their hands in the air
Suffering around us but we just don't care
Apathetic winners of survival of the fittest
Some relying on their privileges, challenges diminished
While the others be forgettin' what it's like to be weak
Never looking back while continuing the streak
Every second is a dollar under the account
Is this really what it means to make our time count?
Hah
Well what do I know?
I'm also stacked in this race for survival
Never in my life held a hammer and a sickle
And these bars do little than to pour out the guilt that's inside of me
Hypocrite as I may be
'least I know the stakes, and the bane of humanity
Our time is too short, but not short enough
To realize we need each other's help to make it through the rough
I don't mean to invalidate our grind
Just a self-conscious ode to mankind
We're all just ordinary people living ordinary lives
And we're all just passing by
