The Cold Death of Self

Sea of headlights
Streaming, gone before I know
All that's left behind, the only real thing
Is all that's on my mind

Stars can't shine here
This fog traps all here
Spent lost time just wondering
If they even care

All that's left behind, the only real thing
Is all that's on my mind
The sirens of night, anxious lights
The cold death of Self

Sparkle and gleam,
Synthetic dreams,
Shining with glee

Radiant beams,
Choked by the seams,
Useless, futile

Now I'm gone
Gone from this place
In endless motion
Lights and screaming
Void of meaning