Littering the Wasteland
When it’s all for being something
There’s nowhere left to realise
That everything is done against us
And everyone still has to hide
In their shallow reconnections
In their eyes that are aglow
There’s a place that goes unmentioned
In this world we are alone
Consciously we can’t remember
There’s a price that comes with fear
And even though we think we know this
The price we pay will soon be clear
Burn the answers that condemn you
Follow darkness through the night
The truest interests are our issues
But real acceptance holds the light
Instead we fashion every statue
Instead we envy everything
And so we circle through this wasteland
Where it’s almost criminal to think
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