So I was dead to the world, disconnected
I was sleeping soundly
Completely out of touch with reality
I'm going round in circles to the beat of my memories
Fragments of violent events, obvious and visible discordance
A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place
I feel like I'm an outsider, I'm a stranger
How can I still be standing there in this disorder
How can I be someone where everyone has fallen
Remnants of an old newspaper predicting the end of humanity
Appeals for aid are constantly broadcast on ghostly radio and unreal TV
I'm just a listener and a watcher
There's nothing I can do
I'm powerless, I'm powerless to silence all of these cries
which constantly pound through my head
Voices bemoaning
Maternal lamentations
Constantly tear me away...
So I'm there in the world, reconnected, but I'm roaming soundly
Completely out of touch with reality
I'm going round in circles to the beat of my memories
Fragments of ancient events, unfamaliar and uncommon memories
A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place
I feel like I'm an outsider, I'm a stranger
How can I still be standing there in this disorder
How can I be someone where everyone has fallen
I'm lost, completely lost, who I am?
How can I rebuild myself in loneliness on a heap of broken images
I'm lost, completely lost, where I am?
I'm just a collector, my body a container of a heap of broken images
Here a child has fallen down
His father's prayed god for his soul
His mother's rose her face to the sky
But the sky is pale and faceless
Here a thousand men died
Carried away by insanity
Here falls the empire
Earth turned into a huge scene of crimes
Here falls my entire hope of eternal life
Nothing remains but these sloughs of skin
I can't put the pieces of the jigsaw together again
There's something still missing
I'm sick of all these scenes emerging from the depths of the ashes
Together again
It still doesn't mean anything to me
I was sleeping soundly
Completely out of touch with reality
I'm going round in circles to the beat of my memories
Fragments of violent events, obvious and visible discordance
A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place
I feel like I'm an outsider, I'm a stranger
How can I still be standing there in this disorder
How can I be someone where everyone has fallen
Remnants of an old newspaper predicting the end of humanity
Appeals for aid are constantly broadcast on ghostly radio and unreal TV
I'm just a listener and a watcher
There's nothing I can do
I'm powerless, I'm powerless to silence all of these cries
which constantly pound through my head
Voices bemoaning
Maternal lamentations
Constantly tear me away...
So I'm there in the world, reconnected, but I'm roaming soundly
Completely out of touch with reality
I'm going round in circles to the beat of my memories
Fragments of ancient events, unfamaliar and uncommon memories
A heap of broken images, nothing in its proper place
I feel like I'm an outsider, I'm a stranger
How can I still be standing there in this disorder
How can I be someone where everyone has fallen
I'm lost, completely lost, who I am?
How can I rebuild myself in loneliness on a heap of broken images
I'm lost, completely lost, where I am?
I'm just a collector, my body a container of a heap of broken images
Here a child has fallen down
His father's prayed god for his soul
His mother's rose her face to the sky
But the sky is pale and faceless
Here a thousand men died
Carried away by insanity
Here falls the empire
Earth turned into a huge scene of crimes
Here falls my entire hope of eternal life
Nothing remains but these sloughs of skin
I can't put the pieces of the jigsaw together again
There's something still missing
I'm sick of all these scenes emerging from the depths of the ashes
Together again
It still doesn't mean anything to me