Feeling a little empty
Walking through a garden of my own history
Oh, looking out over a valley of memory
Out past the place where we first kissed
Beyond the land of warm embraces

It's hard to be empty in a place like this
The mornings are cold, but the evenings are devoid of feeling
And though I emote, no one can hear me
Beneath the sun or the moon, it does not seem to change

Emulation is a lie and every time I drive, I go by
Not in physicality, obviously
Tired and confused
I ponder my sanity

Welcome to this world
One of profane indifference, a lack of genuine humanity