Amidst all the whores and fiends I misplaced my solemnity Last but not least on a long list in life of casualties
I walked back and forth retracing my steps where I'd been and who I'd seen Through an open door into an empty bed to my hands and knees Looking for some kind of a sign, a deadly disease Or a homeless man who knows my friends by name
The sound of sirens and heartache can be heard in the distance From where I lay stretched out, the only child of Aergia
In the room, rubble and ruins If I lie still long enough for my heart to stop will I find what I lost?