• As the world spins in turn
    we all stand, watch it burn.
    As I sit, think aloud,
    my mind's all up in the clouds.
    It's the end, all our fault,
    we have finally lost it all.
    Lost my mind, what a thing
    to live on in only name.
    I walk so slump, I speak slow,
    people feign but they all know.
    That I'm lost, lost in a land
    of illusions I command.

    Command no voice only sighs,
    short of breath but I can't cry.
    I don't know how, I'm confused.
    I've been worn-out, spent and used.
    People try to save my soul,
    something that can't be controlled.
    Get help they plead, seek a priest,
    talk it out and find release.
    They don't know whats going on
    I may be troubled but I'm strong.
    It is something I can help,
    but then I'd be somebody else.

    So I will take this broken way
    and through this wasteland find my day.