No one will notice when I'm done, When I give up and raise a wall To put a stop amidst the endless run, And leave a last unanswered call — I've seen it all and felt this Tension, Indignation, I've sought perfection Through affliction — In every thing Now I fashion Reflection of another me. No one will notice when I'm gone, When I stand up and try to break the Wheel. Not much will change under the dying sun — The light's too slow to show what's real. I'll leave a last unanswered Does salvation Stem from intention To wipe entirely Reflection of another me? With every second I waste, With every action misplaced, With every torture unfaced, With every notion unclear, With every word insincere, With every groundless fear I disappear. With every moment I waste, With every effort misplaced, With every impact unfaced, With every failure I taste, With every chance I won't take, With every choice I won't make, With every promise I'll break I nurture my own fake, Forsaken in apathy, Embracing my entropy, In every nothing I see A torn reflection of another me!