Uneventful brain canvass leaves much to be desired.
Ancient wisdoms, science laws I've struggled to acquire
From the corner of my eye they sink into the mire
that stagnant swamp that's left behind when big souls lose their fire.
All the restaurants are closed and empty after dark.
All the boulevards abandoned, all the kiddie parks.
In the murder city, it is fair to feel alone
In a cage of concrete, every heart will turn to stone.
Once a day I sit and pray that higher thought will come my way
That the waste of yesterday will in the long run be okay
For this life of sin I live, the piper gathers up his pay
Body, mind, and soul in kind submit to systemized decay.
Emptiness that fills the void where nothing else can be replaced
All my life I tried so hard to find it, just to get a taste
Now I have it in abundance and for all it’s plain to see
What have I to bring along when I have lost the inner me?