Empire Of The Senseless

“The kids are laughing in the streets. I know these paved ways through my city like the back of my hand. The kids have smiles stuck on their faces. It rains; their flesh and bones are falling. They do not feel the death encroaching. Its okay baby, I do. I feel it all for you. I can’t make you see what I see. By the time I put it on a canvas it will be too late. I was never supposed to be the savior of anything. There was nothing I could save. Not even you my love. I was born to record. I was made to sing. I am the story boy by your sleepy head on the train. I am the voice you need to fall asleep. I’ll be gentle at times, I swear. But the story of this day is full of violent despair. I cannot pretend that I am happy. The lesser of two evils is just as much of a nasty thing as its opposition. Dualities attract until they dissolve into each other, you see. Opposites are the exact same thing by their definition in energetic compounds. It’s self-explanatory if you think about it. Think! All fucking day for no reas