The Writings
"Empty Life" (8-2-00) |
Dawn's death triumphant rises high Moonlight fill the vacant skies Loineless makes us all cry And with it now our spirit dies. Hope abandoned for a dream Nothing but our self esteem The days and nights are inbetween Our worthlessness shall make us scream Others help us fill the hole That empty place inside our souls Down payment on the gateman's toll Throughout our lives it helps us roll But in the end we stand alone Blind to color, deaf to tone Nothing left but flesh and bone For pain has turned my heart to stone |