When all rivers run to the sea We are left to drink our tears I await and stand aghast As our wishes disappear A legacy of concubines and syncopates I've hoped to lift this mask a long time ago Savor this grandeur of delusion And then leave it room to grow Facing an emptiness so vast In a world that is never built to last And nothing can ever fill this void As my faith in humanity's destroyed As it was, now it soon shall be The gathering lepers, their pipes calling thee Our cities avulsed, their outsides are in Surrounded by pity, collapsing in sin Grinding the gears of the social machine Both scars and tattoos removed from the skin But I can't find the courage To ask for a heart made of tin