The Grand Malaise ft. Bond Of Iniquity Lyrics

The Preacher speaks, his words cascade

Through barren hearts and works we've made

The wind returns, the streams still flow

But shadows chase a fleeting glow

Generations rise, like morning dew

Their blooms are brief, their roots too few

The sun remains, unchanged, unmoved

By all the toil our hands have proved

All is vanity beneath the sun

A race unfinished, a prize undone

What we build will break, what we keep will fade

Chasing after wind in the plans we've laid

He sought for wisdom, sorrow found

In laughter's void, no solace bound

A feast of pleasures, riches wide

Yet futility was his bitter guide

The seasons turn, their patterns trace

A time to build, a time erase

But where's the weaver, unseen and wise

Who holds the loom where purpose lies

All is vanity, a fractured thread

The weight of knowing leaves words unsaid

What we claim as ours was never meant

A fleeting moment eternity spent

Fear the unseen, the dusk's last sound

The Maker watching the wheel spin round

Our works dissolve like smoke in air

The questions linger, the answers rare

All is vanity, the circle spins

The search for meaning, where none begins

In mystery lies what can't be undone

For all is vanity beneath the sun

All is vanity beneath the sun

A race unfinished, a prize undone

What we build will break, what we keep will fade

Chasing after wind in the plans we've laid

All is vanity, a fractured thread

The weight of knowing leaves words unsaid

What we claim as ours was never meant

A fleeting moment eternity spent