It seems that none are left today with hearts



If souls have mass

We are but figurines



Ornaments, in such a carlin wasteland

Undying with an image

Of molded plastic



If such a tear was shed for due the crime

The terror would but cease to run his plea



For souls no more can touch the scorching earth

'fore melting into dolls

So ever hollow



Songs we ring and dance to

Unknown why

In dark a shadow of the endward sigh



They give us such a thrill

Such inward drive



We cease to think of pain an near-by cry

Whilst in one blink of Lonely's morbid eye



I wonder why acceptance is yet made

As through dark streets,

"Help!" screamed

Is told to fade



I felt a presense

Alas, but have we all

The money and the cars

have fumbled in pursuing



But now,

I've found my rest

My dwelling place

How lovely such a word



Gather, hear, come 'ere

For near

Are echoes of such joy