What is this big empty, this dark stagnant abyss
sucking out the life force link, nulllyfying the smell, shadeing the view,
Vein connections to the soul, vain vessels
Novocaned is every experince, like soundless wet whistles
heart beat slows to a lifeless beat of cold indifference
Tortured screams echo in silence, crying disappearing tears,
outside the world is busy, vibrant, moveing in laughter and energy
