When all my actions seem to leave no trace
All words, muted, they appear out of place
When all my deeds fall short of the mark
My vision of the future is so stark...
Once heir to the world
The winds have changed
Former glories mock me, or so it seems
The order of things has been rearranged
The gods plough salt into the fields of my dreams
Echoes in the abyss answer my screams
They make not a wave in the world outside
Bereft of spirit, soulless I feel
A suppliant, chained
Before you I kneel...
Unable longer to fight against this
I can just wait and sit it out
Hide away, sink within myself
And wait for fate to take its course...
Dead to the world, dead to myself
Nothing can change without force of will
Mine this world has all but killed
A knife in the back
Done in stealth
Echoes in the abyss answer my screams
They make not a wave in the world outside
Bereft of spirit, soulless I feel
A suppliant, chained
Before you I kneel...
I have been reduced to this level
Call it a defeatist laissez-faire
This can solve nothing but tires me less
Than forever swimming against the flow
I forget my triumphs in dealing with pain
To my growing doubts I give full rein
Fading memories are all that remain
Of riches laid waste by society's disdain