Leave the world like the past,
And step out to the cold,
When a crack would bring a boil,
To leave time in a fold

If you could walk to the sun,
To see the desolation so grand,
Would you reach out your grasp,
And touch it with your hand

When nitrogen flows so freely,
And water erodes like rock,
This world that is so frigid,
To see the pain; you still will mock

In that warmth once home,
And wars that are so futile,
To see they’re all worthless,
So deep and so tactile

If we all will have enemies,
And they will always find a meaning,
Controlled in abuse so degenerating,
Just to fight for that missed feeling