Theres a limit to the distance
A breaking point within ourselves
To which we question our existence
And place our guns back on the shelves
Surrender each belief
Give up on what you thought was normal
You finally question everything
Oceans of grass
Seas of crop and skies of blue
Destruction moves on past
We have no clue
How long do we battle
Against ourselves it always seems
Inner strife fuels the throttle
Questioning our questioning
It's a funny world we live in
Negativity over all
And the power keeps on thriving
Beauty is this grass so tall
Oceans of grass
Seas of crop and skies of blue
Destruction moves on past
We have no clue
Who writes of future
When missing mind
We're all in our feelings
Of a long lost time
And the places that we've been
Our mind will unwind
When you're missing happiness
That the past won't find, just won't find