The unsaid tone of weak despair
Failed to resonate
Frayed ends of our binding threads
Will disintegrate
Now, by the laws our physique state
Failure to communicate
None too sentient
Hear no, see no worthless magic
Against all function
Ongoing choices, the trials will end
Filter the nonsense and laugh at what's left
Indecision, nonvision
What matters taken away
Look at the shell, that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy
So overcome with pointless tears
To test pain receptors
Nothing matters ever here
Put up a nonreaction
These eyes will never see
Covered up from reality
Look at the shell, that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy
The unknown world that you deny
No priority
Cannot fail if you never start
How predictable
I want to know where did it end
For madness to start
Always the sceptic and never the part
Introvertive, nondescriptive
It matters not, not
Look at the shell, that is you
Empty, fragile, and weak
Weak
Look at the shell, that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy
The shell, that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Now the battle is over
Lost to apathy
