You're missing the signs, because it's not what you're looking for.
Faith is no bargain, cheaply bought off of trickster hands.


The way of the shark is a middle way and the end of the road is a sharp mouth of knives that thirsts for the clenching.

Everything I need, everything I touch.

Turns to quicksand.
The harder I try, I try so hard.
It slips right through my fingers.


Belief is a virtue which no conjurer can fable for idle ears.
The path of the unfailing is a lion's den for the simple-hearted.

In the end, it's the gap of the serpent that burrows in the deep.

Everything I need, everything I touch.

Turns to quicksand.
The harder I try, I try so hard.
It slips right through my fingers.


I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back.
Burning your wounds and igniting mine.

I am wine to your water.
No matter how much you pour the dilution it won't whitewash my wrong.


I am the awaited burst with the sun in my back.
Burning your wounds and igniting mine.
Clash and collide.


The harder I try, I try so hard.
Everything I need, everything I touch.

Turns to quicksand.
The harder I try, I try so hard.
It slips right through my fingers.