In our quest for truth, we seek solid ground, But find sinking sand, where mysteries abound. Elusive and ever-changing, truth's guise, Like waves on the sea, it fluctuates, it lies. Drowning in uncertainty, reaching for skies, Grasping at truths as they slip from our eyes. In the sinking sand, where we're ensnared, How do we know what's real, what's shared? As I reach for truth, it slips through my hands, Like grains of sand in desert lands. Inconclusive, ever-fluctuating, it seems, A mirage in the desert of knowledge, extreme. Drowning in uncertainty, reaching for skies, Grasping at truths as they slip from our eyes. In the sinking sand, where we're ensnared, How do we know what's real, what's shared? In the sinking sand, where we're ensnared, How do we know what's real, what's shared? (Bridge) In the depths of doubt, I search for a sign, A beacon of truth in this vast design. But as I grasp, it slips away, Leaving me in the sinking sand to sway. Drowning in uncertainty, reaching for skies, Grasping at truths as they slip from our eyes. In the sinking sand, where we're ensnared, How do we know what's real, what's shared? (Outro) In the desert of knowledge, amidst the mirage, We strive for truth, despite the barrage. Yet in the sinking sand, we must remain, Questioning what we know, in this uncertain domain. ooh, oh.
