I used to think about how I could live without all of the finer things
and I would spend my days thinking of a way to end the suffering
I lived just like a monk, thinking what I thunk, then think it through again


Losing track of time, lost inside my mind, the void my only friend
Then she came along guarding a song

said to belong to the void

And when my race is run I won't know how I've done, I won't know where I've placed


And I can't help but feel that it's one raw deal, one that can't be traced


No wonder violence crushes silence and backs it to the wall
It's just a slow response from all the ghosts it haunts, designed to save them all


I should have learned not to return
just to get burned by the sun