He knows nothing about me and care even less
He barely knows himself, his emptiness
He cannot imagine a life without confidence
A life without hope, a life without freedom
Where life is all you possess
The past is now another land
Far beyond my reach
Invaded by insidious
Foreign bodies, foreign speech
Where the timeless joys of childhood
Lie broken on the beach
The present is an empty space
Between the good and bad
A moment leading nowhere
Too pointless to be sad
But time enough to lay to waste
Every certainty I had
The future is a barren world
Disheartening at every turn
Material and obsolete
Its wretched spoils not my concern
Shining like an evil sun
As my childhood treasures burn
Shining like an evil sun
As my childhood treasures burn
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