Now that Im done with every well known place,
Ill run to myself draining away former shapes,
All I can see are faded horizons
As I walk aimlessly without feeling
My own feet.
A scapeless void caresses my dried face
With its frozen claws
(Thats where I sleep)
And Im tired of seeking on a roundabout
Im tired of being eaten alive
Im tired of digging and failing to grasp
What is all this about?
Sharp moves around
Are numbed in my mind
As loud voices outside
Keep shouting
At my back
A scapeless void caresses my dried face
With its frozen claws
(Thats where I sleep)
Cause Im tired of seeking on a roundabout
Im tired of being eaten alive
Im tired of digging and falling to grasp
What is all this about?
Cause Im tired of seeking on a roundabout
Im tired of being eaten alive
Im tired of digging and falling to grasp
What is all this about?
And whats the point in raising
Up my voice...
Will it make any difference?
Will it make it?