The world awaits
The glory shines
Heads are bent
And hearts are heavy

Twisted emotions
Twisted reason
In essence unjust
And ideology simply sings

A barren land
The wasted ground
Upon which we dream dreams
We nurture painful prosperity

Your soul
It has a hole
It weeps in anguish
Forgotten, frozen

No longer the significant
Just a life of detriment
Below a line of sanity and simplicity
Dust on the sand
Dust
On the sand