Some nights I lay awake
Thinking of ethereal being...

We are living proof of the End
Not that we have the understanding...

Listen closely at the words
Their meaning is hidden far away...

The walls trickle down
Broad stroke the paint brush...

This desert haunting
The only reason we live...

A broken fool
Just a broken fool...

He who runs only seeks emptiness
Oh, poor pitiful soul...

What's the face set in stone
To hollow the steps of those who roam...

Going home to break apart; separate at the edges...
Charred and blackened by the flame which licks us...