Destinations withering, desperate in blue light
Stranger, fill this hole in me under beaten sky
Not unlike you, I am afraid
Destinations withering, face separates from eyes
I would like to serve myself but if you're pretty tie me up
Strangers wear the cachet shell, shines but it was weakly won
Not unlike you, I am worth more
Tokens are in place of feelings
A flock that feels of no importance in a web that's permanent and wide
and I am at the center
But still I cannot strive to feel
Not unlike you I do not feel
Not unlike you I do not feel
Not unlike you I do not want to feel