Senseless movement,
motionless sound,
everything's so dead,
in this senseless town

senseless hanging,
pointless days,
being dead is a drag,
in a million and three ways

Senseless motion,
and hurtful things,
that sinister angel,
with those baby blue wings

senseless love,
truthfully we'll rest
but will it rejoice,
but only the senseless best

a senseless girl,
with a heartless boy,
they hold their hands,
and leap into black voids

senseless and white,
careless massacre done,
but who are we to say,
when we're the senseless ones?