Shattered Illusion

We all serve our own ambitions and avarice
We have to die for ourselves
We all wasted time looking for self comfort
We have to die for ourselves

In this realm of illusions we ceaselessly seek a permanence
So why don't we break this porcelain life, an illusion of the mind

We all produce one miserable empty fantasy
We have to die for ourselves
We all want a simple view of the state of mind or heal
We have to die for ourselves

It was distilled and reduced to its essence of being
A drop of sewage in the champagne
And we find the moral of the story
They are memories of tragedy and a lot of pain

We have to die for ourselves
You will die

In this realm of illusions, we ceaselessly seek a permanence
So why don't we break this porcelain life, an illusion of the mind