The Past Is Proof Senses Fail

If I think therefore I am
Where the hell does that leave me
A scavenger, an amateur
A dead end philosophy

I'll never let a tie be my noose
I'll never stop searching for the truth

I'd rather die along the road as an unimportant man
Cause none of my possessions will make me who I am

Cause everything in my past is proof
I never stopped searching for the truth

With my, with my last breath
The streetlights burst
With hope to rest
So bring me back to where it all went wrong
So I can give up holding on

If I never love
Then I'll never learn
If I never fall
Then I'll never learn

Cause everything in my past is proof
I never stopped searching for the truth