We are escalator walkers
In the brand new temple
Came to reshape identities

Shed our skins
Be reborn
And feel the same

That no one here is real

We are moving standees

In the shrine of choices
Incarcerated between floors of
Hope and disappointment

We feel the same
That no one here is real
We feel the same

That nothing here is still

We are stairway drifters

Made of cyber paper
Google boys and wiki girls
Children of the self care


We come to pray every single training day
Looking for a chance to survive

Buying reduced price illusions
Floating into another light
Melting into another lonely crowd


We feel the same
That no one here is real

We feel the same
That nothing here is still


Used to have our love
And now
Disposable needs

Used to have our souls
And now
Refined new skins


Take
Use

Throw Away
Forget


Dragging our feet
Tired and deceived
Slowly moving on

Bracing shaky legs
Against all those wasted years
We roll the boulders of sins

Up a hill of new days

In the arms of the setting sun

Our burdens cast shadows over fiery ground
Catching final rays
We try to reach the journey's end

Before the sun will die

We sense we're almost there

But the night comes too soon
And we crawl in the dark
Not ready to face up

To unknowing lies
We ache to go back


But we can't stop
So we walk ahead