The unsaid tone of weak despair
Fail to resonate
Frayed ends of our binding threads
Will disintegrate
Law, by laws our physique state
Failure to communicate
None too sentient
Hear no, see no, works its magic
Against all function
Ongoing choices, the trials will end
Filter the nonsense, laugh at what's left
Indecision, non-vision
What matters, taken away
Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy
So overcome with pointless tears
To test pain receptors
Nothing matters ever here
Put up a non-reaction
These eyes will never see
Covered up from reality
Look at the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy
The unknown world that you deny
No priority
Cannot fail if you never start
How predictable
We don't want to know where it's at
For madness to start
Always the skeptic, never the part
Introvertive, non-descriptive
It matters not, not
I look at the shell that is you
You're empty, fragile and weak
Look at the shell that's you, you
Empty, fragile, weak
Soon the battle is over
Lost to apathy
Well, the shell that is you
Empty, fragile, weak
This battle is over
Lost to apathy

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