Information Society Empty
Crawl across the floor If it feels like something you know Curl up in a ball If it feels like home Sleep as much as you can If you can't sleep then lay there Pick at yourself Until you feel pure Something's pulling you to the floor Like a longtime friend Someone's banging your head on the wall As a means to an end Empty Filling up with sick Like water in your lungs Sucking yellow fog around your head This must be the end of you But you know this will never stop You can't hear anything anymore Just the hammer in your chest Walk on through the growing noise Of your inescapable path Walk willingly into the dark Nothing can touch you now Once you were a child The world was darker then Fear was in the hall But you won't think about that now Just some warmth and a home And an end to the task Your doors are standing wide open But it's too late for you now
