Cold Hands Lyrics

Could the fear of death be my only true fear?
The apprehension comes with unknowing
My fears are deeply rooted in the unknown
I tend to feed my anxiety with profound philosophies

I can't seem to fathom
The possibility
I am in control
Of my reality, my reality

My fostered thought process
Has made me starve for truth
Once I think I understand
Again I'm shown I know nothing

I struggle to find serenity
The shifting divine vibrations
Are advancing my contemplations
Only growing my obsession

With my adaptation to environments
I am recognizing the parallels
Through assimilation of information
I am recognizing the parallels

The nothingness of being
The qualities of absence
The nothingness of existence
The qualities of absence

Chaos to order, order to chaos
Spirals perpetuate; zooming in and out
Chaos to order, order to chaos
Fractals perpetuate; yet it is all the same