Badlands - Winters Call

The Winters call in the Badlands here. I cannot see or hear them anywhere.
For I am gone now.
Way out to a place not allowed.

Zoned into a Matrix so deep,
you cannoteven feel or sleep.

Let me know when I come back.
So I can feel once more without lack.
My Spirit is gone but my body remains.
Thinking I maybe poor without your gains.

So cold here with only me.
White inside is all I see.

We call them badlands but they are good.
For like me it is misunderstood.
For like me it is misunderstood.