A field poised to create life To bring a depression unlike any Does this thirst ever become satisfied? I gain more but feel nothing My heart pains, yearning for more Empty and desolate, nothing can survive My hunger to persecute For we are losing all, nothing is real The darkness below the surface It's crude life that creates misery Eaten alive by a force That allows not to joy or happiness I must walk the destiny of solitude The path of unwelcomed For we are losing all, nothing is real
