[Chapter 3. On The Road]

This is the dead land
My final destination
I'm walking through the ashen air
The cold and silence, the blackening
I can't make out my own skin
Through this reality
But I can see fragments of my past in a handful of dust
Strange [bad word] far from the ashes
Life-flashing-before-my-eyes through this heap of remains
Mirrors of some old memories

When I look through these windows
I can see clearly my face in these mountains of dust
But I feel like I'm uncoupled from my own story
When I look though these mirrors
I can see clearly the ghosts of my past
woman I loved, The Father I lost

This is the waste land
The death's other kingdom
My final resting place
The cold and silence, the blackening
I can't figure my way out
Through this reality
I remember the day I scattered my father's ashes
His flesh and bones merge into the soil
If only my heart were stone I would contain my tears
And look in the eye of my destiny

When I look through these mirrors
The dark and violet hours occur to me
But I feel like I'm uncoupled from my whole story
When I look though these mirrors
I can see clearly the ghosts of my past
woman I loved, Father I lost

All things remain through the ashes