In the kingdom of the lost, The one who is found Still doesn't have a home. In the crowd of people I saw, The one who knew everyone Was the person who felt the most alone. As they call anyone for help, Perpetuating back only dial tone.
Some entangle themselves in abuse Misreading love for a noose Until they have the courage to cut through Too late to know who they are anymore, Blank shells falling to the floor With a final shot to their body, no more. One final shot and she's gone.
In the kingdom of the blind, The one eyed man isn't king. He sits on that throne wondering If he's the only one who doesn't see. Crying out through his days Wishing to understand the beautiful things Unknown to only he.