In the darkest of corners on the darkest of nights,
Hushed tones hanging around fading streetlights
Come closer, just a little bit more
What is it we're all perpetually searching for?
Look deeply within and tell me what you find
Depths so shallow across minds planted in spaces confined
The ground cracks beneath us, above the thunder roars
But no one's looking up long enough to notice the horrors
Most conversation is forget what I said, it's not what I meant
All the words unspoken become the source of our torment
Street windows with the curtain open, but no one appears to be dancing
While the vinyls collected dust, died the days of romancing
Face in a screen, minds in the gutter
An interminable plague descends and we're all going to suffer
Try and find God in everything you see
Never nearly as clear as you'd like it to be
Must we deteriorate so rapidly, how our eyes have gone blind,
Most have lost their say in any matter, along with their nerve and a spine
Far more cool not to care about anything at all
I wonder how the cement will feel when we land from this fall
Nothing is ever enough, we grab at more for satisfaction
Throw ourselves headfirst into the most fatal of attractions
Quickly we grow bored and fixate our attention elsewhere
Leaving to find a temporary cure for a ceaseless despair
The doctor has prescribed this, I heard you-know-who is taking that
Our gaunt shadows starve for more while the corrupt grow fat
And we won't slow down, not in this race for speed
At the expense of human connection, we must succeed
Can we undo all that has been done?
Does a breaking point exist among a society so far gone?
Can we dig ourselves out from these holes of isolation,
Find a way to clear up all the miscommunication
Pour water where we're burning, set the flames to rest
Fall on our swords from what we thought was best
Find comparison as the thief, the stealer of joy
Stop our destruction before everything is destroyed
If not, tell me there's somewhere else - that I was put here by mistake
Left behind in a terrible mixup a few too many years too late
Before my eyes grow sallow, my soul paper thin
Before there is another meaningless conversation I must participate in
I think I'll go to the land I've made up in my head,
Leave this gray population and live there instead
In search of an ocean in shallow waters,
Room for more explanation, but why even bother?