Mixing and mastering by Patric Favreau
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Lyrics
A stranger in a barren land
Wandering through the drifting sand
His surroundings he coldly scanned
Not caring where he went
Haunted spirit in descent
Pretending to be a rock
No fractures ever showing
Reality hovering overhead
Circling like a red-tailed hawk
Illusion's shadow growing dark
The landscape turning grimly stark
No weaknesses or flaws conceded
People around him no longer heeded
Never found the space he needed
Heart slowly withered up and died
Trying to cover up his wounds inside
Pretending to be a rock
No fractures ever showing
Reality hovering overhead
Circling like a red-tailed hawk
Illusion's shadow turning dark
The landscape growing grimly stark
Never thought he should be giving
His only goal to go on living
Without bending, flexing, or forgiving
Avoiding any sort of pain or ache
Nothing of his own would he forsake
A bleak existence to be sure
No chance to ever shake
The shadow's strange allure
To finally leave the hurt behind
And strike out for the healing shore
No bending, flexing, or forgiving
Wrapped up around himself
The dust before him ever blowing
A stranger in a barren land
Wandering through the drifting sand