The mists of dawn evaporate
And reveals the sorry state
Of this town, once full of joy
The streets I wandered as a boy
I know each corner, every street
I know all shadows, their deceit
And in the placid city square
Not a sound, no one’s there

The repeating patterns, suffocating me
I am getting closer to my end

Windows broken, doors are barred
The entire city is scarred
A rocking chair sways in the breeze
Clad in dust and dead debris
Memories etched into these walls
Shadows linger as night falls
And as I tread these stones again
I see no color in this grain

In this town
Man breaks down
I find it hard to trust in myself

In this town
Man breaks down
I find it hard to trust myself

The repeating patterns, suffocating me
I am getting closer to my end

It’s in me now, inside these veins
The virus spreads, the virus chains
I was never here, I’ll never leave
I’ll never care enough to grieve
The catalyst, the breaking point
Apathy
My poisoned soul to anoint
Heresy

In this town
Man breaks down
I find it hard to trust in myself

In this town
Man breaks down
I find it hard to trust myself