We are escalator walkers
In the brand new temple
Came to reshape identities
Shed our skins, be reborn
And feel the same
Feel the same
That no one here is real
We are moving standees
In the shrine of choices
Incarcerated between floors
Of hope and disappointment
We feel the same
Feel the same
That no one here is real
We feel the same
Feel the same
That nothing here is still
We are stairway drifters
Made by cyper paper
Google boys and wiki girls
Children of the self care
We come to pray every single training day
Looking for a chance to survive
Buying reduced price illusions
Floating into another light
Melting into another lonely crowd
We feel the same
Feel the same
That no one here is real
We feel the same
Feel the same
That nothing here is
Still
Used to have our love
And now disposable needs
Used to have our souls
And now refined new skins
Take, use, throw away, forget
Dragging our feet
Tired and deceived slowly moving on
Bracing shake legs
Against all those wasted years we roll the boulders of
Sins
Up the hill of new days
(Up) the hill of new days
In the arms of the setting sun
Our burdens cast shadows over fiery ground
Catching final rays
We try to reach the journey's end before the sun will die
We sense we're almost there
But the night comes too soon
And we crawl in the dark
Not ready to face up
To unknowing lies
We ache to go back
But we can't stop
But we can't stop
So we walk ahead
So we walk ahead [x2]