Take What You've Got, Take Comfort,
In That Everything You Know,
Or Seen Will Soon Be A Non Existent Dot.
Who'll Save The World That Claims There Is No Saving?
An Illusion Or Delusion Of Grandeur.
Half Of What I Say Is Bliss,
The Other Half Is Meaningless.
Comfortable Lines.
Wating For The Clock To Heal Us.
Lost And Found, But Neer Touched.
Another Beating Heart Is Lost: Interesting Lies.
Waiting For The Clock To Heal Us.
Alone In Our Rooms, Miserable, A Tornado Or An Owl,
Come Back And Isolate The Balance.
Nothing Is Real; Your Heart On Your Sleeve,
Just Another Lie, Transcend The Pride,
Oh The Chemicals. Take Your Time,
Nothingness Is Something
And Something Is Nothing.