Feeling pale from the turbulent
times of the pass.
Tons of uneasiness within that
continues to last and last.

A heart of stone that's faded
without a colorful beat.
Dreams are conquered, taken
away in total defeat.

Many roads ahead leading to
nothing but dead ends.
Debris in all lanes, stirred up
by deadly whirlwinds.  

A world that exist without a
sun that shines.
Always wondering why good
things are hard to find.

A hand full of red roses they're
all withered and dead.
Peace within the soul turns out
to be nothing but lies instead.