Wastelands - Cartographer Lyrics

I spent so many nights on it
Rectifying, correcting everything
Starting over again
To illustrate this lucid dream

Places I made up
Where I found what I'm made of
This kind of void
And these feelings: I couldn't quite get what they were
Now I couldn't ever trade them for anything in the world

Here I am
A cartographer
Drawing maps of places
Places I cannot believe I've imagine myself
They all led me now to what I think matters most
They brought me to everything
Everything I thought was shattered

And I thought I was damned to live in fire and brimstone
But this could be where I'll find everything to release myself

I may have found a broken mirror or something
This might contains missing pieces of me that were fragmented

I won't go out like this

I spent so many nights on it
Rectifying, correcting everything
Starting over again
To illustrate this lucid dream

Down in my bones I always knew
My surrounding would eventually start to feel alive
My very own haven would start to materialize

Everything
Maybe everything I've made out of sand
Everything
Maybe everything will turn out to be real