Thinking of the past
Thinking where to go
But I'm lost and stuck in my own world
I have no tears
...
I have no beginning
Walking down the silent road
No one in site
Clearing my throut, I see no sign
I feel nothin but a shred of emotion overwhelm me
I walk down the same silent continuos road with sad tales to tell
But still no tears fall when I remember the past, and I hear the crying of my fallin' peers.