The past is now another land, far beyond my reach. Invaded by insidious foreign bodies, foriegn speech but 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 from which I can't return. Both thoughtless and material, it's wretched spoils mock my concern. Shining like an evil sun, as my childhood treasures burn. Shining like an evil sun, as my childhood treasures burn.