This one is about my misanthropic views and how sometimes it leads me to be reclusive. Thick and overgrown is my own landscape Lost in the fog Feeling for my wayward empathy The walls of my heart calcified Swamped in the land of the apathetic Shadows pass in the ruins of bygone days Just empty silhouettes wading in shallow water Chocking on yesteryear's betrayal I just lay here in the dark Sinking into the void of my distrust