The more I know the world... I lose a bit of myself from the inside. The more I know the world... I always get a new "other" side With everything pouring in... I seem to be alive in a dream Maybe this is a dream... Maybe. I lose my self, bit by bit Like a castle of sand on the sea-shore Just because I wanted more I lost what I already had
The more I try knowing myself I see a stranger creeping inside The more I try to hold on to myself I seem to grab the air in my fist The more I try to clear this fog I always find a denser mist The more I try, the more I fail The more I want this wind to blow I find myself staring at my steady sail I seem to lose more Than what I already have And then "the more" that I wanted Becomes a mirage of the desert air The more I want myself The person I want to be I seem to materialize The reflection of a hazy dream
The more I want to die The more I seem to live this life I try to see something beyond this "the more" That has always scrawled up in me like a parasite And I see a hallucinating form of... nothing ... And I find myself standing right at that point.
Suddenly I seem to withdraw my hand That stretched far over time To grasp beyond "the more" The time seems to travel in reverse... And I see the strange familiar faces Smiling back at me and saying "Goodbye" As if am traveling back in time The hand snaps back with a jolt Waking me up from a hazy dream I find myself waking up On the same sea-shore Where I slept thinking "the more"...
Infinity is what I get But the irony is... There's not like "the more" Nothing.