Funeral Diner - Welcome To My Book Collection lyrics

"We are an island" he says The other man smiles and replies "We are an island indeed" In deed and in word We fool ourselves Something can be done And nothing is clear or concise As the transmission of reason And clear thinking are slowly Weeded out and buried Separation becomes the Standard and everyday practice Drawing in becomes more complete With every downcast eye And mumbled word Dead words on both sides And all the inbetweens "Where do we stand?" Echoes in the empty spaces Never to be filled As the devisions continue being defined Untill everyone is the enemy With the collapsing comes a lust For revenge destroying more Ourselves not the least As we carry out what was screamed for We forget screaming sounds Weak over the rush of air And constant destruction And tears and empty words