Untried and untested, One fits nowhere but here in anonymity There is no birthright - no innate guidance No direction or destination is handed down Shackles are the one thing free for all
Dead ends and dead lives abound here, and failure obscures all but the immediate Sweet dreams fall from reach here; fade from existence - fade from sight They merge with the black in decay and neglect
The surroundings here are sparse and desolate, and life here is grief, but the path leading here is short and simple- it is so like these aspirations
There's a better way, that we've made We can all make this change There's a better way
Better ways and better times are bitter memories Lost lives live here without inspiration or desire Here is the lowest of places, but do not despair