Swan Song


I Stopped Talking When I Realized
Nobody Was Listening Anymore
And The World Began To Shrink
Down To The Size It Was Before

So I Sit And Draw My Lines
So Many I've Boxed Myself Inside
And From This Life There's No Release
No Way To Win, No Way To Cheat

It Used To Make Me Feel Good
Now It Just Keeps Me From Feeling Bad
Waking Up From This Dream
I Haven't Changed But
Everyone's Gone Mad

At Least I Can Still Dream
No One Can Take That Away From Me
There's A Place For All My Fantasies
Just Let Me Go To Sleep

It's Much Too Late To Turn Back Now
Looking Back At How Far I've Come
I've Thought These Thoughts I Can't Unthink
But I've Thought More Than I've Done

I've Probed The Darkest Corners
In The Far Reaches Of My Mind
Maybe I Should Have Let It Go
And Have Left It All Behind

I Used To Think Somebody Out There
Was Going To Somehow Hear Me
But Then I Woke Up And I Began
To See The World More Clearly

And I'm Just Another Stupid Kid
Nobody Hears Trapped Inside
A Life He Never Wanted
Forced Down Upon Him Like

The Cries Of All Things Left Unsaid
Burning Their Way Inside My Head
For One Last Chance To Be Misread
Screaming Words Time Left For Dead

Leftover Thoughts Never Actualized
Thrown Away Lines Unsatisfied
Truths Silenced And Paralyzed
Worlds Yet To Be Realized

Jaded, Angry, Bitter And Burned
Hurt, For What It's Worth
Examined Life Still Nothing Learned
And Cast Unto This Earth

The Last Fading Glimmer Of Hope Has Died
Burned Right Out Before Our Eyes

Mindfucked And Cynical
Mad At The World

Everything We've Known, Is Wrong Still
We Forget About The Lies And Carry On
Everything We've Known, Is Wrong
Everything We Belived In, Now Is Gone

And In The Absence Of The Truth
Comes The Death Of Our Youth
All Ideals, Desires And Dreams
Slip Away, Lost Between The Seams

The World Hasn't Ears For Me
Nor Eyes, Nor The Sensibility
The World Hasn't Words For Me
I Only Have Words Of Frivility

So I Lay Here Before You Now
And Pour Out All That's Left
And When I'm Drained I Hope You'll Find
Something You Can't Forget

Like A Man Who Shuts Himself Away
From A World That Doesn't Care
He Sits And Writes Alone These Words
Words He'll Never Share

They Make Less Sense As Time Goes By
And With A Final Snear
He Closes The Book One Last Time
And Begins To Disappear