Wasteland Serenader
Wasteland Serenade: Unveiling the Echoes of Silent Struggle
Lyrics
I can feel a desert wind
I sense a dry, desolate breeze
Hear it howlin' in the streets tonight
Hear the wind's eerie sound in the city tonight
It's a warning noone fears
A caution that goes unnoticed by everyone
And there ain't no place where we can hide
No refuge available to escape
Strangers lost in silence
Unknown individuals trapped in a mute state
Empty hearts and blinded eyes
Hearts devoid of emotion and eyes unable to see
Dangers taste like violence
The taste of danger resembling violence
Tears - while conversation dies
Tears shed as conversations fade away
Lack of communication leads to
Insufficient communication leading to
Asphalt - deserts - streets of pain
Urban landscapes transformed into painful desolation
Darkness calls the light
Darkness overtakes the light
When all the water's banned
When all water is prohibited
And cares are buried under sand
Cares buried beneath the shifting sands
The wind will turn into a wasteland serenader
The wind becomes a melancholic song in the wasteland
So wake up - just stop feeding dust
Encouragement to awaken and cease contributing to the decay
Open your minds and learn to trust
Advocacy for open-mindedness and trust-building
It's never too late - never too late to try
Emphasizing that it is never too late to make an effort
Cages of confusion
Confusion encapsulates individuals like cages
In this world of broken dreams
A world filled with shattered dreams
Social constitution
An attempt to conceal behind societal norms
Tries to hide behind the streams
Society hiding behind superficial appearances
Lack of communication leads to
Reiteration of the consequences of poor communication
Asphalt - deserts - streets of pain
Urban landscapes transformed into painful desolation
Darkness calls the light
Darkness prevailing over light
When all the water's banned
When all water is prohibited
And cares are buried under sand
Cares buried beneath the shifting sands
The wind will turn into a wasteland serenader
The wind becomes a melancholic song in the wasteland
So wake up - just stop feeding dust
Encouragement to awaken and cease contributing to the decay
Open your minds and learn to trust
Advocacy for open-mindedness and trust-building
It's never too late - never too late to try
Emphasizing that it is never too late to make an effort
I can feel a desert wind
I sense a dry, desolate breeze
Hear it howlin' in the streets tonight
Hear the wind's eerie sound in the city tonight
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