Leave No Trace — Anathema

Born to the glare of the senses spoon the reality infused a new inherent passive contentment you are so easily amused

Here and now we are gone in a happy a dream in the passage your time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by

Questions lie beneath the surface the fools are fooled once again

A concience we stole our existence and gladly cast it to the wind

Here and now we are gone in a happy a dream in the passage your time chances are fading this world isn't waiting the moment is passing you by