Blank Diary Entry (feat. Mark Lanegan)

In a garden full of locusts Pain was a crying man Wrapped in several kinds of skin Seeking consolation in machines Stuck in a hole of collapsing time Locked into solitude by body state and mind A silent tension drags and weakens In a hollow room the darkness deepens The curve steepens Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory A goodbye to glory A gentle murmuration Concealed to all but me Estranged, sad and softened In a low sky by the sea, patiently Disciplined desirеs and toxic agendas Polished by light, yet still half rеmembered Fatigued, tired ragged and distressed No way out of this unholy mess I must confess Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory Goodbye to glory Just another blank diary entry The emptiness tells its own story Blank diary entry A slow painful goodbye to glory A goodbye to glory