[Lyric] Ethereal Sapiens (Mythel)

Crossed the lands of tomorrow
Reached the edge I'm on the verge
Of falling upon my own truths
Traveled far to feel at home
But no place warms up my old bones
I've run out of things to burn
What is left that I deserve?
An empty hole to fill with hope

Legends die and turn to ink
Our fate is on the brink
We've run out of time to think
Faces blend and we feel sick
We don't greet the ones we meet
Hide behind a soulless feed
Bring the dead back up for clics
Stand up against each other
We divide and wait for order

And we wait for order
(oh oh oh)
(oh oh oh)