1. GRASPING THE NETTLE

(Instrumental)


2. MORNING SUN

Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends
From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting
Every aspect, every possible point of view you can fathom

My unavoidable destiny
The human idiosyncrasy
It is exigent that I must deviate
From this fear of unimaginable pain

At the crossroads I seem to take wrong turns
Perfect hindsight reveals the true route
If I can learn from the past, can I become
The individual I aspire to be?

Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends
From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting
I can continue to put off life, but how long will
It wait for me?


3. ETERNAL SEARCH

Searching for the one, the one who is to come
Will it ever happen for me?
Waiting is like staring into the deceitful winter sun
The endless lonely journey that clings to a merciless hope

I believe the moment will come
I have to believe it will happen
I believe the moment will come

Will there ever be a point that I will just give up?
Am I to walk the beaten path without questioning my fate?
If I ever get there I may not even know it
A myriad of thoughts, a plethora of forgotten dreams

The never ending search for truth
A nameless face in a sea of unsurmounting falsities
I must trudge the weathered path


4. LITTLE FAITH

Why does no one question
The aspects of our reality
Yet place such a heavy value
On knowledge they do not have

Tear down the facade of infallibility
Sentient, indeed, but imperfect man
Can only create imperfect works
Thus even a book can be wrong

I have little faith in the religion of man
Repetition and rote, does not salvation create
Bright and clear I must open my mind
To unlock the manacles of tradition

Why do they fall into roles
Society insists they must enact from birth
Deviation is termed as abnormal
By those who are afraid to live

I have little faith in the ways of man
As faulty creatures we are at best
What is the difference between them and me?
My views and dreams, at least I can feel