in the land of the mostly dead
i plowed the empty fields
to maintain myself inside
with little or no yields

i thought i knew cruelty
i thought i knew pain
i thought i knew how
to survive going insane

and of course i did though
i still had a lot to learn
the first time was a monster
the next time was my turn
to crash and burn

and agony
could not describe the
experience
and misery
finally conquered
indifference
and fantasy
could not get me out
there was no defense
the tragedy
could not be deferred
at no expense

returning to the time before
i thought i was healed
and ready for more but what
is this tripping me

in the land of the mostly dead
i stare at dying stars
tired voices in my head
wonder where you are

and of course i knew that
i still had a lot to learn
the first time was disaster
still there's more to burn
the worm does turn

what can be said in a few words
there's always hope, i hope, and yet
life will end in death no matter what
don't forget what you regret
or it will haunt you ever after
till your dying day
nothing changes the mistakes
no matter what you say

so why bother

oh agony
could not describe the
experience
and misery
finally conquered
indifference
and fantasy
could not get me out
there was no defense
the tragedy
could not be deferred
at no expense

returning to the time before
buried inside my head
lost the never ending war
in the land of the mostly dead