Erratic - Dying Passion

You ramble through the streets

Like a sewer rat

Like an erratic ghost

You’re a broken being

No one knows what you see

Things that are not real

Your beloved friends

They’re talking and talking

What drives you forward to where you’re going

You have no home where someone is waiting

But you still need to run

What is the place you want to go to

What are you running from

All annoying voices

They are here again

They will never leave

They are part of you now

Look around

There is just empty room all around you

This is it, the last chapter of your misery

Endless confusion

You are falling to oblivion

Pointless Illusion

Light turns to dark

You’re here alone

All voices are gone