And I wait to depart from this land of broken dreams and lost ideals
I want to enter a universe that hasn't had tremendous victory
Therefore it's people must have humility in their spirits
My heart longs for passion, for a true desire to achieve
Maybe here, in this land of farmers and merchants
I'll gain strength from their beautiful simplicity
The sun setting over the broken city of Miami is not as pure and natural as it was in the past
And the fact that something as immensely powerful as the sun
Could ever be even remotely offended by such miniscule, ugly creatures
Creates a fire of sorrow within me