Lullaby for the Broken

I'm happy behind this islands of despair and oceans of hopelessness. I'm happy behind empty cities with only bodies, piled each other, crying their misery out. I'm happy behind the ruthless glass of the clock, ticking in frenzy but going nowhere. I'm happy behind every broken dream, behind every tear, behind every nightmare that becomes reality. I'm happy behind the lake of steel that devours every living tree. I'm happy behind the euphoric view of those who enslave others. I'm happy, I'm happy only in the most desolated places of my mind.