The things I write have no meaning
I hardly even know what I am saying
I speak on and on its kind of like praying
All while I know my kind live like dying
We wile away the time and cry while smiling

What is it I'm hearing, that you have given it all up
All while knowing that your effort or lack of matters not
Even if your not going I must go
Its empty resistance? but even so
I must go

I would rather live and die alone than live where I've grown
This town would rather live under the thumb of those that govern
I will have no sovereign that is tyranny to everyone who is born
Heirs to grief I renounce my throne and I give up my home
Belief in a life without chains I know I'm not alone

Its all often misunderstood failure to understand where I stand
Appear broken but nothing to mend and nothing is planned
I wear down but I'm not waiting for the end or for something grand
I tend the soil until its grown even when I hate the land
Some toil until its late and they are grown according to fates hand
For me that's what was planned for me to be buried in the sand
Shifting and lost in the land so I ran and I ran

I can't die until I hold something with meaning give me anything
Even a lie, I am boldly running toward nothing and everything
And sadly the land is lacking, barren with loathing
So onward I am going looking for belonging
Onward and trying to make something of nothing