Night's Edge - Strangers

Hollow Offerings

So many things to occupy my empty time
Scrolling past my eyes
Take anything to fill my life
To self actualize

Hollow offerings from an endless line

Could try to breathe slow and tune to the universe
Could buy into new religions wish away the curse

More new age drivel writhing in the absurd

Power escapes me
To shake this apathy
Monotony of everything

Revolutionary designs meant to change my life overnight
New one cast every moment right before my weary eyes

Overstimulation, sickness comorbid with a loss of sensation
Parade of meaningless shit in a façade of consecration

Power escapes me
To dig through everything
Buried underneath

Endless information, inundating the senses
With vacant philosophies
Self-appointed prophets lift their golden crosses for a public
Display of suffering

I feel nothing for you all
I feel nothing at all
I feel nothing for you all
I feel nothing at all, no

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Writer(s): Night's Edge
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