“ And I couldn’t tell you why, Because I will never know. And I’ve got no tears to cry, So don’t expect a show. And I’ve got no destination, No, the end is nowhere near. And I don’t need a definition, ‘Cause I’m already here. And I have no mind to read, So don’t begin trying. And I’ve got no soul no more, So I might as well be dying. And you’d never understand, Because it’s not your stomach numb. And this is all uncharted land, Though here is where we come. And nothing’s ever real In the quality / state. And there’s nothing I can feel Without this fatal hate.
