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