Santosha (Illusion of the Self)

The only truth is presence
It melts away the sin
I want the hammer smashing
Cerebral hell we're in

Killing the future self
With the burdens of our history
Killing the future self
Not a single moment meant to be

Transcend the lies we're telling
Friction internally
Detachment from our hemorrhage
Set drifting out to sea

Killing the future self
With the burdens of our history
Killing the future self
Not a single moment meant to be

Hammer smashing

Now the train's come off the tracks
And the knuckles are turning white
I'm clawing up the mountain
Still, the summit's not in sight

Yes, I feel the pressure
Yes, I feel the strain
No, I can't escape it
It always ends the same

It always ends
It always ends the same