Veils

Hollow and fated, existence obscures
 The prefabricated illusion of will
 There are no saviours, and death is ensured
 Every thought instilled
 Hope is fruitless and purpose is blind
 Drawing veils over our eyes
 Over nothing our choices preside
 We are born and we die
 Where the seas meet the skies
 Between the trees and mountainsides
 I may breathe, may resign
 The stifling dream may subside
 But clarity returns with time
 All of this will fade from sight
 Sentenced to serve, our futures await
 Not that we deserve to deviate
 Follow the herd, do not be afraid
 The release of death unravels the way
 Illusions of will, our thoughts are instilled
 Existence obscures, death is ensured
 With veils over our eyes, we are born and we die