When all my actions seem to leave no trace    All words, muted, they appear out of place    When all my deeds fall short of the mark    My vision of the future is so stark...    Once heir to the world    The winds have changed    Former glories mock me, or so it seems    The order of things has been rearranged    The gods plough salt into the fields of my dreams       Echoes in the abyss answer my screams    They make not a wave in the world outside    Bereft of spirit, soulless I feel    A suppliant, chained    Before you I kneel...       Unable longer to fight against this    I can just wait and sit it out    Hide away, sink within myself    And wait for fate to take its course...    Dead to the world, dead to myself    Nothing can change without force of will    Mine this world has all but killed    A knife in the back    Done in stealth       Echoes in the abyss answer my screams    They make not a wave in the world outside    Bereft of spirit, soulless I feel    A suppliant, chained    Before you I kneel...       I have been reduced to this level    Call it a defeatist laissez-faire    This can solve nothing but tires me less    Than forever swimming against the flow    I forget my triumphs in dealing with pain    To my growing doubts I give full rein    Fading memories are all that remain    Of riches laid waste by society's disdain