Through The Wasteland Go Searching We

through the wasteland, forward to death



closer to it with every step



in stale air we draw a breath



in the midst of life we are in debt



and closer still with every step



through the wasteland forward to death



once we were so young and lived so carelessly



now through the wasteland go searching we



life feeds on life - as parasite to host



dust returns to dust



and in god we rust....slowly, in god we rust



wastelands of regret like you could never imagine



trying hard to forget defeated aspirations



but each day your hands shake in fear of what comes next



what comes next