I look at the time
And see that I am late
But to where I don't know
I got nowhere else to go
It's just a feeling that I get
Sometimes

I walk outside
To wander around
It's so damn quiet
I can't hear a sound
Just my footsteps on the ground
Or is it just inside?

I grab the guitar
Like a thousand times before
But I've got nothing left to say
I put some chords together
And begin to play

Disillusioned
What are we living for?
We are not free anymore
Illusions
They keep us alive
They fuel our endless drive
But we will always want more
What for?