Land of rich, land of pore
poverty stands high when theres a guarded door...

Sweetness do away with what you think reality is.
Do away with it all...

Going through the routine..
going through the routine...

Sit down ever so forlorn.
spine aches,gourmet bakes...

This town that I'm from, like a many other town
maybe a town your from, it doesn't have the...

You turn and say I wish I was perfect,
You say you wish you where less than nine stone...

There is a silence coming
from a place not so far away...

From a far away i travel, too the sands of a...
Grow in mind, grow in serenity lessen anger grow...

There once was a man down on his luck
he held the future in his hands, but in the past...

As Sky's mellow the endless echo of blue orange...

As tears subside,i crumble and die.
As i fall away,i shiver and here someone say...

He was a wannabe music journalist,
A wannabe musician...