Yatahaze

Climbing, building me up, tearing me down Lifted back up we are climbing All of this time Drifting right back to the ground Building me up, tearing me down Lifted back up we are climbing All of this time Drifting right back to the ground Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly Questioning and saying Our opinions, they're failing They're constantly changing Our ignorance, remaining We're hoping and waiting We're living, but dying While trying to find out My meaning isn't planned out Come to the conclusion Might as well be an illusion We're trying to find out I did nothing, but shut out