If you saw the way I saw you'd see no point in going on
If you knew the things I knew you'd know to distrust the beyond
I'm stuck in a wasteland, my location is unknown
But I'm positively certain that I'm far from alone
I've seen others escape while I stood and watched, confounded
But they were driven by delusions and they hardly seemed astounded
Still others made their way out by wandering aimlessly
And that's all that I've been doing but it's never worked for me
I still don't know why escapes are paths so hard to find
So difficult they must be only visible to the blind
But I can't follow them out, they've gotten much too far ahead
I think I'll stay, been here for years, and I'll be here when I'm dead