We play to these empty rooms
To the few people who don’t care
I just want to connect with someone
I just want to connect with you
Every word I sing, every note we bring
Is nothing more than the word PLEASE
Resounding over and over, endlessly into the void.
Into the emptiness of those rank, beer-soaked floors,
Into the emptiness of those eyes
That stare and judge
Without even truly judging
Even worse: they don’t see anything at all.
And we keep screaming against distant mountains
Too far removed even to reward us with the echo
Of our own voices
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