A desperate, yearning nothing Hidden behind the screen, A pissing contest For pointless piss-ants
The selfish scrawl Of another septic soul, These are the vapid children Born of the void You are the pit of aching silence In another's sound and fury This is the era Of the desiccated soul
A sordid psychic zero So beat your fucking drum
You know you are nothing A character struck dumb Fill the depths with drama Ego ergo sum
A flickering cinema screen Ambience of broken neon A whore's flashy drag Around a monochrome heart When all you have: Plaster cast of stolen psyche
Then no ego, just ID Lights, camera, cut
A technicolour ejaculate From a cathode ray throat Words without resonance Words learnt by rote
Senseless stock sound seeps From paint smeared smiles A rattle of the reel In a dusty, derelict theatre
Every word a cliché Stripped from a dimestore romance Where are the swells of strings ? In silence, you dance
The selfish scrawl Of another septic soul These are the vapid children Born of the void You are the pit of aching silence In another's sound and fury This is the era Of the desiccated soul
You find solace in scripts Just cracked mirror reflections
You know you are nothing A character struck dumb Fill the depths with drama Ego ergo sumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
