Heartache Is an Empty Room

Sick head
Eyes in walls
Fell victim to the medicine when
You wanted too much more

Devil's breath
Leering eyes
Sifting over everything that
You wanted from your life

Stay awake to the television
It's all in your mind
Heartache is an empty room
They tell you all the time

Projected and condescending
Held to petty crime
Nothing is worth waiting for
Oh I hear it all of the time

Well it's true
For you
On television screens
Bled out and blue
It's hard and crude
Yet cuts like any knife
You ever knew

The walls engage their pulley systems
That turn your room to a three wall set
The ceiling tiles fall out of place for the scaffolding above your head

You fought so hard to fall asleep
To shed the weight off your bleeding hands
Then why is it you want so badly
Just to be awake again?



Credits
Writer(s): Theo Klaver
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