Desert

My interpretation is that the narrator has reached a state of resignation but it also has a somewhat resentful after-taste. Feeling that all shall become inverse in time but perhaps not simply feeling above it, he effectively declares that "The fires ahead." are not his concern because he did not wish or intend for cataclysmic events to occur. It's a denial and abdication of responsibility, they see others causing their own suffering: "All of your city lights Turn your brightest days Into Sleepless nights. But It's not me. No It's not me." The narrator feels that they did not cause or play into this, yet the sadness of the refrain and tone of the lyrics invites a reply. You can hear them hanging their head and turning away on the last line. They do care but are masking it with self-righteous disappointment and lamentation. A person feeling like they have not been listened to, acknowledged or valued wishes to turn their back on the world as it ends but their emotions reveal this as a hollow declaration made in sorrow. As though they are begging someone to show them otherwise. Quite a cathartic and beautiful piece.