He goes awaynIn search of a rosenIn a drowning empty dawnnA paranoid dreamscapennHe goes awaynAlong all their empty facesnAnd all the blinded earsnNo one helps him and no one carries himnRunning away....nnAnd he carries a heart in his handnA southfruit germ in the northern landsnDrifting and drifting fornever to dwellnnHe goes awaynA tousand people but alonenIn a touch of misanthrophynAnd a wish to escapenFrom this reality