As I walk through this broken land
I cannot understand why my footsteps disappear
This religion of finance
I cannot name my price; money to renounce my fear
I climb the highest hill and find
That I can't contemplate this holy land
And god?? He never showed himself to me
I think again
and ask myself 'What am I looking for?'
Is there something that's better
than all this?
There's nothing left for me here at all
And now I'm getting far too ill
This black hysteria is tearing me between the light and dark
My soul was scattered by the wind
Where do I carve my niche? Somewhere between point 'A' and point 'B'
I climb the highest …