Strange Open Spaces

Let me float
Cause my doomed shrine doesn't have
Any walls
It's the gate that separates me from the discrepancies
Of the everyday world
But it's open
To the universe
Let me fly in the mystical night that leads me
I'm losing memories
And I'm losing hope, hope, so
Gods and heroes start to cry cause they don't feel at home
Their perfect skin has turned to putrid peel
They can't fly anymore, they feel exhausted
And they devour marble and iron to become
Statues, to bury all the foul feelings
So they'll sacrifice even the pleasing ones
Do you remember
When you felt the ground
With your bear feet
Since you were a child
Gods and heroes start to cry cause they don't feel at home
I'm losing memories
While I look at the clock
I find out it only has
The second hand
Strange, open spaces lead me where I realize
That I have my shoes soles worn out while
My forefathers' soles are intact