My mind, repeats, the horrors I have seen

The death, the shame, why do I feel the blame?

Inside I'm melting but I don't have much to say

Forever trapped inside until my mind decays

Sit back & turn to wax

There is no turning back

You're now reality

NO PERSONALITY

We walk, like ants, an ancient ritual dance

Our world, conjured, by beings so advanced

Unending biospheres, the place that we call home

Our insignificance is why we're all alone

Sit back & turn to wax

There is no turning back

You're now reality

NO PERSONALITY