Amidst the desert of humanity
Sits a man on the floor of a sickly lit room
Beneath his feet are pools of blood
Leaving the corporal shade
His mind is a neutron star
In his mind the walls are birthing thorns
Leaving the corporal shade
To pierce and break his troubled corpse
There is laughing in the distance
This is life?
Amidst the desert of humanity
In a pool of blood
Leaving the corporal shade
Dies a man with a crystal mind
Sits a man on the floor of a sickly lit room
Beneath his feet are pools of blood
Leaving the corporal shade
His mind is a neutron star
In his mind the walls are birthing thorns
Leaving the corporal shade
To pierce and break his troubled corpse
There is laughing in the distance
This is life?
Amidst the desert of humanity
In a pool of blood
Leaving the corporal shade
Dies a man with a crystal mind