Enigma from Tabula Rasa by Sirens Chant

This is my blunt referral to an argument that never stopped:
Were we created or were we born?
Are we enjoying life?

Are we sleeping?
Are we dreaming?
Is this real or not?
Or are we expiating?

Taking the first steps like a newborn this race is playing to survive.
Playing to learn, learning to kill.
And now we drown
In questions we ask,
Holding onto our superiority.

Places crumbling: what've we built?
Hand in hand we breathe.
Following a paradigm:
The only one we know.

In life we struggle,
In death we ascend to enlightenment.
Hand in hand we breathe.
We are complete: we are enlightened.

Hand in hand we breathe.
We walk the same old streets.
We are complete:

We lost the key to understanding.
And maybe it's better this way:
Some things are meant to be secret,
So we have to hide it in our hearts.
Who are we?
Who are we to tell?
To tell...

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