There is an emptiness that can fill your soul.
So painfully hot that it's numbingly cold.
There's a thought that can leave your mind empty.
Are our thoughts our own, are we really free?
There's an emptiness that can fill.
A silence that can thrill.
A loneliness in the crowd.
A deafening edge to the loud.
And it's so blinding we ignore.
We're so empty we want more.
We've tried to be perfect so long we feel broken.
We haven't slept so long it's like we've never woken.
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