All your designs
Go perfect in my hell
The tears just seem to say
Forget there's something before now
And we can go on this way

Despite the hurting
Just keep it turning
'Til we've mastered
The scream and cry
Here comes the nothing
Here come the flies
And rays of significance

Can't decide between
The grey or red
The smiles are all implied
A difference in what is meant and said
And a joke if they just died

With chances to love you
Get used to "it's not true"
Identical ring to the big lies
Here comes the nothing
Here come the flies
And waves of indifference

We are cut down
Before we are...