It's only as real as anyone wants
To drive you on along
The subsequent feeling desired or not
Becomes a fleeting song
Indigenous fields become like a home
For all misleading thoughts
Like being involved in something that's so small
Recording all that's lost

When nobody listens or heeds any warning
That's where it seems to start
Like praying for water inside the Sahara
Just wishing you were done

To make it a mission with utmost intentions
Would make it far and few
However your trails will end is so uncertain
You make them all your own
’cause you haven't spun out you say that's the reason your canvas stays untouched
You say you believe that there's more than one reason to start this show of clones

These are the wars we wage in
The menacing face of the gun
That tear down the walls of patience
Singing the songs that make this
Breathing life into the sun
Breaching the thoughts that break in

Inside your memories running and screaming
Nobody's listening, nobody's listening
Nothing can stay here, you can't delay here
Nobody's listening, nobody's listening