In Search Of Nothing
If I could have flying wings
I will cut them off
And wretch havoc on my body and soul
Live in deep agony that I had the gift of eternity
But I am a damned soul of wasteland
For I don’t believe in miracles and uniqueness
I have to blend in with this sand
Cry for eternal damnation
Crawl the world thinking I could fly
Constantly condemning myself
And cry with dry tears of fear
