Wasteland Soul

Under a silver sky I wander
These broken highways have become my home
Alone in a world of rust and ruin stay
Through grey civilisation's dust I roam.

And my wasteland soul
Never will be truly whole
My only remaining goal now to survive.

Someday the rains will come and wash it all away...
The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day.

Shattered remains of once great cities
These silent highways lead to halls of stone
Every horizon sees it closer now
I venture onwards into the unknown.

And my calloused hands
Have learned to weather and withstand
The tribulations of this land
In which I strive.

Someday the rains will come and wash it all away...
The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day.

Tin cans and bottlecaps and twisted steel
This world's seen better days I'm sure
But I'd give every withered wealth I've found
For just a glimpse of something pure.

But my wasteland soul
Never will be truly whole
My only remaining goal now to survive.

Someday the rains will come and wash it all away...
The heart of the wasteland will awaken on this day.

The heart of the wasteland...