Walking out onto streets of blight and misery
Where strangers glance then quickly look away
With eyes that speak a thousand words in one
From weathered faces lined with years of pain

Gorgon gaze entranced, what is real in this
Land of lives exiled...out beyond the pale

To eat the gruel and scraps of yesterday's false conquests
Reliving each act in hollowed atrophy
Tasting pleasures of the flesh in absence
These countless ways we sacrifice and lose

To live in stone, entrapped, ensnared, unblessed, unloved...then die

Welcome to the other side, to be a face in the crowd unknown
Where we all sing along to the tired same refrain
Fed from birth, for what it's worth
On gray cloud dawns, and black sky dusks
...Doom.