Soundaltar - E(tc)h Lyrics

I'm searching for the father whose mouth no longer portrays his mental capability
Did you lose your father, too??
What are you searching for, traveler?
Weary from your journey? I have nothing to offer
I can carve a path in the soil for you to traipse through
But other than etching the road in the sand I've nothing for you

I have worlds growing inside of me
But poisonous gas is making it's way through everything
Soon to be desolated
I'm soon to be abandoned again

I have nothing to offer but etchings
Impressions of the beliefs I used to have
Rubbings of the people I used to deceive
Transfers of the falsified teeth and laugh

Raised by hollow vessels with lies to spare
Beaten in face and missing chunks of hair
I grasped the concept of giving in and complacence
But to me It never made any sense

Etchings in the sand
Blown away by the wind

I was raised by people who wished for a different son
I raise the road before me into the sun