moths seeking incandescent
all we're left with is fluorescent
so we suck the light from others

mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
filled the void with solenoids
flashing screens we can't avoid

sink our souls till they're destroyed
cold, extinguished, burnt, devoid


I walk this lonely town at night
offering my good advice
to the ghosts of those left behind

from fights for gods or dollar signs
it's all the same
can't fool me with a different name

my name is meaningless
but you can call me
the last step that we all missed

philosopher who's drunk as piss
standing at the edge of an abyss
the space inside

the empty recess of the mind
the place that we all left behind
then return to try and find

what we left behind is this
nothing here for us to miss