When all my actions seem to leave no trace All words, muted, they appear out of place When all my deeds fall short of the mark My vision of the future is so stark... Once heir to the world The winds have changed Former glories mock me, or so it seems The order of things has been rearranged The gods plough salt into the fields of my dreams Echoes in the abyss answer my screams They make not a wave in the world outside Bereft of spirit, soulless I feel A suppliant, chained Before you I kneel... Unable longer to fight against this I can just wait and sit it out Hide away, sink within myself And wait for fate to take its course... Dead to the world, dead to myself Nothing can change without force of will Mine this world has all but k**ed A knife in the back Done in stealth Echoes in the abyss answer my screams They make not a wave in the world outside Bereft of spirit, soulless I feel A suppliant, chained Before you I kneel... I have been reduced to this level Call it a defeatist laissez-faire This can solve nothing but tires me less Than forever swimming against the flow I forget my triumphs in dealing with pain To my growing doubts I give full rein Fading memories are all that remain Of riches laid waste by society's disdain