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