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
