The illusion of reality is melting away,
The people are apathetic
The colors are fading
The song is falling out of tune

Soon all will see the world as it truly is,
Through the eyes of the hermit
Through the hunger of the destitute
Through the songs of the widowed

They’ll finally see the world as I see it,
Stripped of emotion
Painted with faded colors
As the birds sing sad songs