Vast desolate wastelands surround me, re-igniting fear in my mind Still searching, still hoping that I'll find some trace of life One which I can cherish and care for and give my life, for nothing is even seen as value to me Selfishness is the fall of man Spite to psyche is all I see These theories, of reason are becoming far too much to handle now My patience is wearing thin All reason gone And as I watch the seasons change I feel my conscience growing older and Now that I've experienced the change I see what we truly need These city lights remain bright and confounding, as I'm left below, still dull and outstanding, from this lucid dream that some dare to call love I've found nothing, nothing here