Standing by the roadside,    waiting for the reaper.    I look inside myself,    and fall in even deeper.       Bright light hits the sky;    the sun rises from his bed now.    I step away from the pavement,    to face the road ahead now.       What am I looking for?    I'm looking for myself,    but I keep on finding someone else.       I'm a creation of my morbid fantasy.    A thousand dreams rolled into one,    to satisfy my greed.       What am I looking for?    I'm looking for myself,    but I keep on finding someone else.