We perceive the smallest motion
We detect the slightest change
All the acts are predetermined
All the facts have played their game
It could be bigger
It may be stronger
But it weakens all the same
It could be wiser
It may be brighter
But it darkens us again
Truth is hard to see
Why don't you trust me?
We supported every facet
Backed it up in every way
Still the fates have double-crossed us
Broke the plan and played their game
Despite the loss, we count the losses
Despite the loss, we trace the change
Aborted plans and theories forfeit
All the facts have played their age