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 want to feel.