Unreasoned - Part 1: Guided Into Being Lyrics

Words cannot tell of God's plane
God's Plane

If experience was as permeable as souls are
We could record facts of the unknown
We will never be so gifted
To speak the truth of the imaginary zone

Wings are cut and sewn so often
Before we're born and while in coffin
I don't fear birth so why should I fear death
They are the same thing
One experience traded for another
It is all Out of our hands

Pre-human body restrictions
Our creator loves to trick and trap
Our souls will never be strong enough to fight back
All we can do is deal with what we're given
It is all Out of our grasp
Our grasp

Conscious thoughts will run and race
But the path will always stay a circle
Trust me
The path will always stay a circle
So death will never be the end
It is all in God's hands
Conscious thoughts will run and race
But the path will always stay a circle
Trust me
The path will always stay a circle
So death will never be the end
It is all in God's hands