Beauty is empty eyes
completely void of any warmth or light
that complicates our sight
Meaning succeeds itself
and from the ashes rises new beliefs
that i've never felt
Doomed to fail
cause sound is directional
and i'm the only one, that hears it now
and i'm the only one, that's dead enough
to not care, to not feel
Now i hear it every night
silence seeps in through the windows
i hear the hollows of your eyes
and it becomes you
it's a nothing that you can't hide
(ahhhhh!) it's all wrong
(quick) does this hurt?
abandon sense of hands don't clap
i'll never be the same