Paranoia Downs

Your ashen gaze, no mystery
What this world does
is leach all your colors.
Leaves you wrinkled and scag

You imagine a pond here
A tree here
Some land of your own
And a view into time

The horizon, your line
You walk in design
Survey it and go
Survey it and go

Dark hands have fallen
they smite the stray
those cursed from the land
those lost from the way

you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here
you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here
you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here
you gotta walk a mile in my shoes to get out here