In the very beginning
It was already too late
Scavenger shit into existence
Resigned to an empty fate
How far will I have to go
To feel anything at all?
How far do I have to go
To feel nothing at all?
Well, I'm killing time
But it just won't die
Well. I'm killing time
I'm not sure why
A haunting of the blood
A defect of the mind
You ask for nothing much
I give you nothing back in kind