Drifting in and out of reality,
Suppressed by the inconsistencies of your own mentality,
Fighting the world without a reason,
Companionship is nonexistent; trust is treason.

Every day I look down at the world and sigh,
The people in it walk around with empty eyes,
Day in and day out I fight off the urge to die,  
To be crushed by the weight of the tides.  

Seeing my lonely life exposed,
Stretching out the days,
Slowly walking down the endless black road,  
For the world is now ablaze.

If rivers were roads then I’d find,  
A way to reach my hectic mind,
A channel that could take me where,  
I might find peace; no more despair.

And as I walk down, my vision’s clouded,
A thick black fog leaves the world shrouded,  
No sense of time or space in the smoke,  
As I walk down the endless black road.

Seeing my lonely life exposed,
Stretching out the days,
Slowly walking down the endless black road,  
For the world is now ablaze