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]