Wasteland

When I wake up in the middle of the night
All sweaty like after a hard fight
Scary thoughts that I’ll never see the sun
But it’s just a nightmare about the place
I lived when I was young
In the wasteland
In the wasted land
I was born in the ghost land
Hid in basements like a small rat
To the sounds of the gunfire
On the ruins of the Empire
Young boys died of an overdose
Nothing was under control
No one could’ve found the path to go
Let’s get some dope and here we go
I just wanted to be stealthy
I just thought: “I’d rather be alone
When the darkness comes”
I was dreaming about the sunset by the ocean
Closed my eyes, blacked out and flew away
To a better place
Parents were too busy to look after their kids
Exhausted at the workplace trying to make ends meet
Everybody tried to find their own saints
But it seemed their license had expired and they had to leave that place
I’ve never felt the importance of dialogue and the power of persuasion
The truth was born in fights – there were no conversations
I had only one question – Does everybody have severe symptoms of dementia?
I have to mention, people were animals, in a fit of rage with a blurred vision which destructive actions
Destroyed their dreams, destroyed themselves and everything around them
When I was down
I was hurt
The crowd around
But there was no one in this world
Who could fill
The black hole in my soul
I felt sick
I was destroyed
By that hopelessness
And stuck in the void
Deep inside
I’m still that frightened boy