There was writing on the wall
On second thought, it was not anything at all
Nonetheless, it struck a nerve
And sent me reeling into overwhelming silence
I'm picking scabs and pulling threads
I search for deeper meaning below the surface
I can't suspend my disbelief
My calloused heart just tells me there's nothing underneath
I'm living in a reoccurring dream
Someone pinch me, cause I don't feel a thing
Cynicism is all the rage
I wanna ride on its wave straight to the bank
You see that writing on the wall?
From your perspective, is it any less than flawed?
Is it adept to strike a nerve and send you reeling into overwhelming silence?
What's the deal with reoccurring dreams?
Am I still a person if I don't feel a thing?
My nihilism has built a cage
Where I will languish until life sets me free
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