when i'm listless and i'm drifting 
and i fade in the drone of your words
as you call out my name
and i'm falling
transfixed as i'm gliding in the echoes
that ring in my head
and i'm lost in the weaving rays
waves of whispers and they drag me away
and i sink as i'm holding my breath
in a haze of empty voices on air
and i'll never reach you 
through the channels of the static i roam
chasing signals
lost horizons i wander alone
scattered missives
painting pictures
and i'm as still as a fossil and i freeze
in the patterns i lay
in my footsteps
in the shape of the trail that i wander
as i stumble and sway
and i'm lost in the winds and the turns
paths of karma that i've scattered in ruins
i'll be dust when i finally fade
every inch of my journey erased
and i'll never reach you 
through the channels of the static i roam
chasing signals
lost horizons i wander alone
i turn every apocalypse
into my fate
every apocalypse
into my fate
