The atrocities of daylight No dreams survive in these dirty streets When lights get dimmer and days get shorter I get derailed
Out in the cold Battered and old Caught up in life's tight stranglehold Castaway on a desert island I used to call my soul
Reality hits harder When hopes are shining brighter Succumbing to the weight of my impossible dreams Deafening isolation A self-imposed constraint Suspended animation A chill that you can't taint
Out in the cold Battered and old Caught up in life's tight stranglehold Castaway on a desert island I used to call my soul I used to call myself
A surge of hungry eyes I need a new disguise You serve too many masters No sycophants can break the mold
Castaway I'm a castaway
This ain't what I envisioned It's time for swift decisions Living the nightmare ain't a fancy affair Lost in the ether and I don't care Whatever lurks out there It counts that I'm still one step ahead of you
