I said old man Why are we sad and broken? Where are our women and old kin? What will you leave here to forget? Said Old Man Where are we from? Where are we going? When can I get it and know it? Is there an end to the cold within? We are souls of the darklands One the same and none So alone so many among The zeros and ancient ones Understand we are souls of the darklands I said Old Man, are you sad and loaded? Or hung-over and bloated? You drug me here now we’re broken Said Old Man, the Kubla Khan of the trashcan Under the lash of your last stand The father, son, and the back of his hand We are souls of the darklands So far, talking way beyond the stars From the darkness where we part To the dirty earth where it starts Understand we are souls of the darklands