I am the eye that watches
The masses from a distance
Their movements trouble me
And makes me ill at ease
Jealous, frightened, motionless
Interaction paralyzes me
Fleeing the predator's enticing gaze
I have [bad word] the prey

Far in the distance
Another Utopia's rising
The future is recovering
From its passed fall from grace
stone's throw from the source
Of [bad word] and life I am dying
And this virgin oasis
Fears the day when it [bad word] dry
Far in the distance, I see
Don't leave
Delusory dreams
Let me through