Yattering

Watch him Empty

Void Within Himself

Solid his faith for nothing

It was too hard to keep

Watch her dead

Dead within herself

Grave her body for free

It was to cheap to sell

And watch us mad

Mad within ourselves

We washed our souls to nothing

They seemed to filthy to you!

So scrutinize my eyes

They've seen so much too much

Plug into my ears

They've heard so much too much

Squeeze my heart

It once felt so much

It used to feel so much too much