all blossoms die in the light of our new culture find your belief in that which cannot be discovered countless lessons lie in every fever dream a million voices asking what does it all mean i ve lost all direction i ve lost all my direction and now i wish that i would have believed could have believed nature s indifferent hand to the bliss of our creation we were born and raised to live beyond the heft and weight of a world undone like a bird from the north our hearts will roam in search of warmth two hands come together to pray for greater yields two poles of a compass guided by a field in the mind of every man two ghosts dance was this place made or was it here by chance i ve lost all direction i ve lost all my direction and now i wish that i would have believed could have believed nature s indifferent hand to the bliss of our creation we were born and raised to live beyond the heft and weight of a world undone like a bird from the north our hearts will roam in search of warmth  uncountable numbers written in new fallen snow i can hear the claws of the beast tapping at my window nihilist sleeps and in dreams he sees god s face realize even disbelief requires a leap of faith from birth to death we search for what s yet to be known we and hope and pray and ask but we are never shown born and raised to live beyond the heft and weight of a world undone like a bird from the north our hearts will roam in search of warmth we were born and raised born and raised born and raised born and raised 