mean nothing more than a theme forgotten, and a dream much wasted.
You were there to carry all the burdens, of confused minds and wicked hearts.
You trudged and trudged alone, dragging yourself from the rusted hurts,
But soon you found there was no one beside you, to cleanse your wounds and feed you some,
wasting some more time is what was left for you to do,
prepare yourself for a never ending rage and write a song for nobody.
You could see people fall apart, or stand still, some forgot it all,
but some had the time and the zeal to come!