The mists of dawn evaporate and reveals the sorry state of this town, once full of joy The streets I wandered as a boy I know each corner, every street I know all shadows, their deceit And in the placid city square not a sound, no one’s there The repeating patterns, suffocating me I am getting closer to my end Windows broken, doors are barred the entire city is scarred A rocking chair sways in the breeze Clad in dust and dead debris Memories etched into these walls Shadows linger as night falls And as I tread these stones again I see no color in this grain IN THIS TOWN MAN BREAKS DOWN I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST IN MYSELF IN THIS TOWN MAN BREAKS DOWN I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST MYSELF The repeating patterns, suffocating me I am getting closer to my end It’s in me now, inside these veins the virus spreads, the virus chains I was never here, I’ll never leave I’ll never care enough to grieve The catalyst, the breaking point Apathy My poisoned soul to anoint Heresy IN THIS TOWN MAN BREAKS DOWN I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST IN MYSELF IN THIS TOWN MAN BREAKS DOWN I FIND IT HARD TO TRUST MYSELF