Resonant din of fading step, the last of my kind.
Quietly strolling the streets of conforming world,
An oddity in a changed world.
Ruminating alone on the changes, plagues of the mind:
Of mesmerized minions, brainwashed people,
Where have they gone?
Why have they gone?
Lost are the good ways; found are the viewing screens.
Save me, unchanged, strolling in the conforming darkness-
Melting away in the chilling night.
Quietly strolling the streets of conforming world,
An oddity in a changed world.
Ruminating alone on the changes, plagues of the mind:
Of mesmerized minions, brainwashed people,
Where have they gone?
Why have they gone?
Lost are the good ways; found are the viewing screens.
Save me, unchanged, strolling in the conforming darkness-
Melting away in the chilling night.
The end is nigh. The end is nigh.
