There is no good
Shake your head at me and I'll shake mine right back at you


Disappointment isn't a desire of mine
Plagued with fragmented thoughts of why?
Too shameful to describe

With weary $$#urances I sit by
And await no reply


There is no good
Digesting the oldest $#&@ing trick
Catch me if you can

Dipping in and out of disgust
Smirk at the disadvantage, I know I did
Try to keep up


Now let us convince
There's no desire

There is no desire
Now let us convince
Where is your desire?

There is no good
There is no goodbye