I have been here before and I think no one knew
A smear in a plain of blue
A small little marble filled with existence
What on Earth has happened to you?
What I can see now offends my eyes
Here lies the wake of a torrent of lies
How can I interact with a wasteland?
It's barren beyond reprise
Could I ever call this place a home now?
When only death reflects in my eyes
When you expect a world alive with colour
This sorry sight sure sets you back
Like when an artist throws their emotions at canvas
Then sees that all of his paint was black
What I can see now offends my eyes (An apocalyptic nightmare)
Here lies the wake of a torrent of lies
How can I interact with a wasteland?
It's barren beyond reprise
Could I ever call this place a home now?
When only death reflects in my eyes