In the End
The empty beat,
of an empty mind,
each thought of dream
is too long confined
Within the cage
of empty laws
from which my inspiration draws
A palace made
of black and white
tucked deep within
an empty night
And under empty
starless skies
we dance a dance
of empty lies
In hopes of finding
warmth again
we want so company
at the very end
of an empty mind,
each thought of dream
is too long confined
Within the cage
of empty laws
from which my inspiration draws
A palace made
of black and white
tucked deep within
an empty night
And under empty
starless skies
we dance a dance
of empty lies
In hopes of finding
warmth again
we want so company
at the very end