Stranded in a white room, white light,
Strained with conversation so light

Holding my soul in a fish tank,
Half empty, and expressions so blank

Laughing along the chorus,
good-bye sweet, sweet seclusion of my pores

Songs that mean nothing,
Words that carry no weight

We're lonely despite another,
Ego's vacating with with summer

Nothing is to me, as it is to you
Grasp the concepts, that make nothing true

The snow's falling, on this summer day,
As men with convictions kneel to pray

In a room filled with vacuous smiles,
Even happy go lucky dreams of dying