Transcendence

There is no turning back from all the confines of regret
Reminders of that day will haunt you, nights you never slept
And every time you separate the body from the mind
And look into yourself and see what you've left behindIt's something you salvage through and pick the bones
It's something you'll never stop searching for
It's a self-made misery, it's a blatant blasphemyBut all we need is a little transcendence to mend us
But all we have is sedation that numbs all our sensesThe further on you make it, beyond the absolute
Onto another level can't take anything from you
So calm for a split second before you reconnect with the stormIt's something you salvage through and pick the bones
It's something you'll never stop searching for
It's self-made misery, it's a blatant blasphemyBut all we need is a little transcendence to mend us
But all we have is sedation that numbs all our sensesIt's a self-made misery but you write your own historyI wanna peel back this layer, reveal my new skin to the open air
I feel a cleansing wash over me and I'm finally able to breathAll we need is a little transcendence to mend us
But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
All we need is a little transcendence to mend us
But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses