Lyrics

Freeze frame of snow dust, drifting in waves
Hundreds of little rivers in a second
Now void as the ones we know will be throughout time and space
It's only a moment that I find myself livin' in

Abandoned shopping malls and airports
Null of their use in the age of space travel
Existence; an illusion, and time; a whore
Tomorrow the ribbon of life; unraveled

Deep fog in the deep mind
In front of me and behind
Headwind on the north-side
Of the face of my life

Is this how I die?
Is this how I die?
Is this how I die?
Is this how I die?