Walking down an empty road
A tree within the soil
I'll lie beneath it's wilting leaves and I'll stare up at the clouds
So many imperfections with everything I see
I don't want to stay here anymore
There's nothing left for me

A stagnant brutal atmosphere
It hangs above the clouds
The sky it turns from blue to grey
The rain it hits the ground
I will of course seek shelter, but these leaves they will not do
The water falls but after all this world is not my home

Forty years in the wom
I'll try to understand
I don't feel what I should feel
I don't know what I should know

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