do we feel out of place with nothing here to hold?   is the air not enough, did breathing get to old?      we'll make believe these gods will guide our paths to something real   and we'll pretend our wants can take the place of something real      do we follow the wind as if it had a breath?   are we searching at all, or waiting here for death?      we're charging these entities with treason   and burning for something to believe in   we're turning our simple logic to reason      draw your breath then let go.