By Marc Rosica and Colleen Rappa
One thing to look forward to then everything falls apart
All this frustration for the pure sake of art
In the dead of night, you can hear the thunder
What’s left of my sanity this evening will plunder
Struggling against the current for a taste of life
Only to be washed back to shore by unbridled strife
Searching this wasteland to find something with meaning
Can’t find the silver lining that’s supposed to be gleaming
You grasp for a moment to define who you are
You miss by a blink your one shooting star
You’ve become so involved to where reality ends
You’ve isolated yourself from all loved ones and friends
An escape from the truth you’ve created in you mind
To leave the shell of your old life in the deep mist behind
The purity of salvation that you long for so desperately
To the point where you wonder what’s actually left of me
The pieces left are both scratched up and shattered
You remember the days when everything mattered
Tomorrow only brings a glimpse of the horrors to unfold
And that one little glimmer turns right to fools gold
You pull yourself away from the fantasies you write
To tolerate this world and stop this inner fight
