Wrecked my conscience

Don't see no end

I'm addicted to despair

Emptiness

If I were true

If I were true

I might be where you are

If these things could move

If these things could move

I wouldn't have to break them apart

I soar so high

No longer, I can't anymore

And I've grown so tired

Of all this, a chasm

It's all in your dream

It's all in your dream

The loneliest feeling