Give them the consumed landscape
Give them the abstract escape
Give them anything you want
But give them something to want
Take back the consumed landscape
Take back the abstract escape
Take back anything you want
But is there something you want?
The lonely crowd reaches out
Selfishly for itself
Shards of loneliness
Tune in and drop out
Prospectors of the new low
Yearn for Zero
Prospectors of the new low
Crave for Zero
The future never was
The beauty is frail
The colours fade away
Isolation within the throng
Have you heard of the burial of time?
Discreetly running amok
Like a silent Ragnarok
Have you seen the great withering?
Can't seem to remember
Is there anything I miss?

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