Dust fills my eyes again,
I'm all alone in the center of this storm.
These faces are unfamiliar, if they're not yours, they're nothing at all.
... but I join the line, this one last time.

I feel them shoving me, they're beating out what's left of me,
they tie my eyes and promise me, this will be a better place.
... and I join the line, this one last time.

Arriving in desparation, this dark will soon take it's toll.
I feel this suffocation, I'm nothing, I know.
Can't shake this stench of failure, my inner structures start to fall,
can't fix this damaged state, resume this control.