The sound of rain falling amongst the flowers of illusion
The scent of the morning dew
The lingering memories of summer;
Decay and death

I behold the graze of man made filth
The silent gardens of concrete and asphalt
Concrete...
There's beauty in this destruction

I died when the chords fell and the dance began
I was not meant to take part
And from my failures I learnt my lesson
I was never one of you...