When I'm listless and I'm drifting And I fade in the drone of your words as you call out my name And I'm falling transfixed as I'm gliding in the echoes that ring in my head And I'm lost in the weaving rays waves of whispers and they drag me away And I sink as I'm holding my breath in a haze of empty voices on air And I'll never reach you through the channels of the static I roam Chasing signals lost horizons as I wander alone Scattered missives painting pictures I'm as still as a fossil and I freeze in the patterns I lay In my footsteps in the shape of the trail that I wander as I stumble and sway And I'm lost in the winds and the turns paths of karma that I've scattered in ruins I'll be dust when I finally fade every inch of my journey erased And I'll never reach you through the channels of the static I roam Chasing signals lost horizons as I wander alone I turn every apocalypse into my fate Every apocalypse into my fate