Down the Empty Road

Down the empty road I walk
The bare trees black with silence
I look up straight ahead
With no one there to guide the
Steps I tread

Glance around at black and white
Where the colors have dripped away
In a portrait of a road that doesn't change
The ink is running down, down the broken canvas
The ink is running out, running out of fullness
Down, down.

No other way to go now that I've chosen this
This path, this road, this life of nothingness
The skies, so gray, undetailed sea of white
My soul, has gone, gone away from this
Hopeless shell of dimming lights

One step at a time, slowly, slowly
I have nothing to waste, so why stop now
Nothing to gain, just keep walking
Aimless stroll of never ending misery
I can't turn back, ahead is my direction
So keep walking, keep running, running
Until I finally come up with the connection

The cursed artist of my life, what now
He has finally run out of ink
Black and white, black and white
Now there's nothing to it
The portrait stops abrubtly at
The blank half of the broken canvas

So now the ink has been forgotten
Not dry enough to stay in one place
So now the ink has run out, run out
So now the ink is running down, down
Down, running down