Escalator Shrine

We are escalator walkers
In the brand-new temple
Came to reshape identities
Shed our skins, be reborn
And feel the same, feel the same
That no one here is real

We are moving standees
In the shrine of choices
Incarcerated between floors
Of hope and disappointment

We feel the same, feel the same
No one here is real

We feel the same, feel the same
That nothing here is still

We are stairway drifters
Made of cyber paper
Google boys and Wiki girls
Children of the self-care

We come to pray every single training day
Looking for a chance to survive
Buying reduced price illusions
Floating into another light
Melting into another lonely crowd

We feel the same, feel the same
That no one here is real

We feel the same, feel the same
That nothing here is still (still, still, still)

Used to have our love
And now disposable needs
Used to have our souls
And now refined new skins

Dragging our feet
Tired and deceived, slowly moving on
Bracing shaky legs
Against all those wasted years
We roll the boulders of sins

Up a hill of new days
(Up, up, up) A hill of new days

In the arms of the setting sun
Our burdens cast shadows over fiery ground
Catching final rays
We try to reach the journey's end before the sun will die

We sense we're almost there (we sense we're almost there)
But the night comes too soon (the night comes to soon)
And we crawl in the dark (we crawl in the dark, we crawl in the dark)
Not ready to face up (not ready to face up)
To unknowing lies (to unknowing lies)
We ache to go back (ache to go back, ache to go back)

But we can't stop
But we can't stop
So we walk ahead
So we walk ahead

But we can't stop
But we can't stop
So we walk ahead
So we walk ahead
Walk ahead