I follow the way of bitterness signed with familiar faces
Bumptiously laughing at me
I've heard the call of nothing

I [bad word] precariousness in each part of my life
I've seen stains of resignation
I've heard the call of nothing

I've lost so much...

On the way to self-fulfilment we all crawl into scorn
I'm bored of filling the void with this freak
I'm bored with reason's rigour and "virtue"

Each tear answers to a certainty

We pretend we understand
But each choise leaves doubts behind
Reasurring rear-view [bad word] mustn't be discussed

Heartbeats are the echoes of yesterday's laughs
Pain subtly interferes in each naive smile

Closed rooms
And opaque windows
Where illusion of happiness dominates

Heartbeats are the echoes of yesterday's laughs
Pain subtly interferes in each naive smile

Where love's devouring our deadly minds
We just have to celebrate the reign of uselessness