THERE’S NO HARM OR A REASON. YOU COULD BE TELLING LIES. TEAR MY HEART INTO PIECES WITHOUT TELLING ME WHY. IT DOESN’T MATTER TO ME , IT JUST FEELS THE SAME. IT’S NOT HARD TO FIND A SOUL THAT YOU LIKE ENOUGH TO STICK AROUND. A FACSIMILE OF A BURNED OUT MIND IS ALL YOU REALLY WANT . AND ONCE AGAIN, A NEW WAY OF LIVING. ALL EVOLVED IN A VACUUM, SETTING STAGES FOR CONGREGATION FAKE SCREAMING FOR THE CHANCE OF MORE. IT JUST DWINDLES AWAY, THE DEPTH OF MEANING DIES.