Destinations withering, desperate in blue light.
Stranger, fill this hole in me under beaten sky.
Not unlike you, I am afraid.
Destinations withering, face separates from eyes.
I would like to serve myself but if you're pretty tie me up.
Strangers wear the cachet shell, shines but it was weakly won.
Not unlike you, I am worth more.
Tokens are in place of feelings.
A flock that feels of no importance
in a web that's permanent and wide and I am at the center.
But still I cannot strive to feel.
Not unlike you I do not feel.
Not unlike you I do not feel.
Not unlike you I do not want to feel.