I have a grocery list for your guilty conscious.

Between my friends and what is nothing.
I find there was once something.
But now there is nothing.
This is all getting smaller.
My gap is farther.


Being have as safe inside is not so smart.
With nothing left to keep you in the dark.
Your friends are gone.
They have fooled us.
We are altogether alone in our eerie scene.
We are as "un-needed" as a spleen.

Beside alone we stop.
No where else better to be.
Nothing is better than being on top.
The explosion is from the heart dear, you untied a knot.
Proper English, your rules, your debt, synthetic sorrow, f*****g stop.