You are no more alive,
just a dead man walking by the wayside.
Keep walking, don’t you look for a destination
There’s nothing ahead and you can’t even return
to that life, you called your own

Do you miss your life?
Well, we were never really born,
All of it was unreal, part dream part delusion
What you believed to be yours was whimsical and long gone,
You’ve been forgotten.

Walk along the dark horizons
Don’t ever get frightened
The endless nights would be your guide
You are a dead man;
and you must walk alone.

If somebody asks about you,
Tell them of your life before,
as if you are living it right now.
They would believe you,
But don’t reveal the truth on your own.

Every now and then
Some to misery are born
Some are born to unending gloom
Be thankful that you are free from this cycle of return
You must walk alone.

You are a dead man
Free from the clutches of life,
But don’t get haunted by those wrongs that you’ve done?
What’s done cannot be undone.

Maybe the Phoenix won’t rise for you,
And all you’ve got is handful of dust and splinters of bones.
But you will never perish unless you sojourn.