• Somehow my soul is lost
    Amidst the chaos of the world
    Death and pain are all I see
    Within corrupt society
    And through the looking glass is me
    Of what was once pure harmony
    Converted to mere ash and bone
    My soul is better off alone...

    And in my eyes
    What once was clean
    Now is filled with misery
    The hope that coursed through my veins
    Has, like the moon, began to wane
    For nothing is as good or sane
    As the water dripping down
    My window pane
    So now I pray
    For that day
    On which my soul
    Shalt not slip away
    And my fellow man
    Shall extend his hand
    And what once was lost
    will be found.