The monotony of life is wearying me My barren vein is now withered in this dull reality Redundant flows of inanity Seclusion from the storms and high lights Remind me that I live A touch to help me heal A deafening breath of fear Nothing so astonishing for what I long to feel For what I long to feel Desolation haunts my life No pressure dragging me away Derelict and dazed Preventing me from dreaming Life is always miserably mean To what we long to feel