Texty:
The Voids The Voids Narcoleptic Youth

Peering through the window Some one shut the door The panes are painted black Gray matter on the floor Don't dare to break the glass They'll put a bullet

Whirling images strike deep within my head And shattered aspirations of a different kind carnage in the image of the message that we send Just pathetic

Hold back your thoughts again Turn on that box again Those neon lights again Hold back your thoughts again Dont let yourself be fooled by them Do you