The Wasted Lands

In these cold cities of ice
Living fast
Have you seen our worried hearts
Have you
Have you seen the wasted lands
Have you seen the people all so wrong
Into walls
Our reason to live here
You repair morning
I will not walk for this
You and I we're standing
Aainst a mass of dead eyes
I could be doing them
More than thunder
More than a thousand suns
Our power cries for more
Too low
I waitet too long for human care
Waited for heart to feel it
Oh,we are lonesome
In the end
Violence to bum here
Run to my tomb
Oh so distinguished
Sreaming out so silent.