We hold no recollection   Of who we were, who we wanted to be   None shall fall, to find the answers   That would kneel on a wounded knee      What are you but an illusion?   What am I but the eyes that see?   Breaking off in search of nothing   Holding every hand that feeds      What are you but an illusion?   Sent to taunt the eyes that see   My words are useless, yet neverending   What are they but a tragedy?      Life beyond this sent before me   In my words they did conceal   What are you now but an illusion?   Lay your restless hands on me      What are you but an illusion?   What am I but the eyes that see?