Starting with an answer is impossible to find the end
Reading the last chapter wont complete the story
A blank page can handle the weight of my cross
A Grand Finale can be written and rebuilt from its own

What is written and can’t be stored
What is thought and can’t be erased
This wheel is spinning even faster
Everything is always in process

How to finish the unborn?
How to sculpt out of water?
How to see what lies beneath?
I better disconnect it all
How to come out a dead end?
How to lead without a trace?
How to rise from this deep grave?
I better turn it off

Teach me how to answer
And I will show you how to ask
To discover the emptiness
And be ready to accept the truth

What is done and can’t be improved
What is said and can’t be forgotten
This wheel is spinning even faster
Everything is always in process

This wheel is spinning even faster
Everything is always in process