It was all Illusion, a fragment of the whole
product in confusion, mastering my soul.
Moment of division, lost about the way
If I could feel my vision, swallow and remain.
Moment of division, lost and I can't see
contemplate my motion, who am I to be?
All my thoughts divided
All my friends divided
My whole world's divided (but we've come so far)
All these plans dividing me
All my friends divided so
All our roads are spoken for
Then it fades, far gone (they always go away)
Soul the same
We're all the same