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