In This Modern Land

I've dislocated Dissociated As I follow backwards Through the havoc I fell into the mud Forgot my name From where I'd come In this modern land I cannot pretend To believe a word you say In this modern land I've doubted everything Since I cut myself away I tell myself That I had so much to give But bitter in my haste I followed mindless thieves Took a narrow path And forced my way To no relief In this modern land I cannot pretend To believe a word you say In this modern land I've doubted everything Since I cut myself away But I I saw reflections of a conscience in collapse A hollow man who lacked the will To tread a minute on the edge of his abyss To look beyond his dirty hands Into the river that soaks the mud in which he stands Into the flood of others' fields Oh this distortion of my sight lets me deflect Reflections of my years In which I should have seen a conscience in collapse In this modern land I cannot pretend To believe a word you say In this modern land I've doubted everything Since I cut myself away But I I saw reflections of a conscience in collapse A hollow man who lacked the will To tread a minute on the edge of hit abyss To look beyond his dirty hands Into the river that soaks the mud in which he stands Into the flood of others' fields I should have recognised a conscience in collapse A hollow man who lacked the will