I have nothing to say
I have nothing to say
No words to complain with
No complaints to give words to
I have no joy to be spoken
I have no wisdom to impart
I am a vessel half empty
I am a fish tank half full
There is nothing wrong now
And yet it doesn't feel right
Am I actually feeling anything
Am I happy
Am I sad
Am I lost in what I am
I have no passion
I have no goal
I can accomplish anything
I can accomplish nothing
These strings are ropes
Tie me down right
I am bound by conventions
That I was never told
Or at least never in a way
That could be understood
This is the future
Where everything is wrong
And everyone is right
And no one is listening
To the voice inside
Because their ears are filled
With screaming and fire
And hatred and selfishness
Even mine are burning
I am not immune
Welcome to hell
You had no choice in coming here
And by God we will guilt you
For even thinking of choosing
To take yourself out
And call you selfish
And bemoan your loss
And ask ourselves what we could have done
But we won't ask you
Before you make the choice
Because we don't care
We're rats
And this is our ghost ship
It might be sinking
It might be sunk
But ****** sure if you
Matter more than me
Or them or us or ideas or civility
We'll eat you alive
And then blame you
For not being strong enough
To hold back both the terror
And the flame
This place is empty
There's nothing good now
That is new
All we are is dancing
Shadows around the fire
No substance, no weight

Separate the skin
Like the sinner and the sin
Head first into the sea
The salt rushes in

Are we living this right
With our ears clasped tight
And our souls like fire
Without the light

Bury your head
In the sand instead
And maybe you'll see
All that you've bled
Wasn't your blood to bleed

Have I lost my way
Is this what it takes
A little break,
A 96 hour stay

Promise me this
You'll make it quick
I'm on the edge
Don't miss

It's been covered in dirt
Cracked and torn apart
But I promise there's a value
I can make it worth it for you
Just wait it out
Let me polish it once more
Scrape away the grime
Chip away the lingering salt
And that bit of blood that dried
To present to you
A brand new, used up, beaten but beating heart