With nothing in sight
We'll drive through the night
Hopeless
Pull your hair out
The winds of change
The passage, the void
All of your time spent
Just waiting to die
Just turn your back on me
This life
Should not have been
And should not be
Somewhere beyond the sea
The soil, the sky, the trees.
All of my life
I've been transparent
In dirt and dying leaves
It doesn't mean a thing
All of my life
I've been coherent
What has become of me?
It doesn't mean a thing.
Dawns approach breathes life
So heavy
Roots are torn
Like a giant's been dragging you
Like the trees
And leave behind
Patches of broken earth.
With nothing in sight
We'll drive through the night
Hopeless
Pull your hair out
The winds of change
The passage, the void
All of your time spent
Just waiting to die
Since age 16
You sang of misanthropy
This life
Should not have been
And should not be
Somewhere beyond the sea
The soil, the sky, the trees.
All of my life
I've been transparent
In dirt and dying leaves
It doesn't mean a thing
All of my life
I've been coherent
What has become of me?
It doesn't mean a thing.
Dawns approach breathes life
So heavy
Roots are torn
Like a giant's been dragging you
Like the trees
And leave behind
Patches of broken earth.