Shivering in the cold, my flesh shakes in the abject desolation
I hear my soul whispering, it is a scream that can't be heard
Existence delivering dreams of wild ecstasy, if also isolation
What am I to do, with splinters of glass and hope, I'm cursed
As I stare straight in the sun, I'm blind, in fear and mutation
What is left of me, after such loss, I live in the devastation
With time passing, endless seconds, time running out
The wandering lost, the walkers of our broken Earth
