Empty Voices

Oh, when's it gonna stop
This block
This autonomy dread
Ad hoc
Take stock
Like we're already dead
To the world
To the things
That keep pulling the threads
The fabric of your head
When's it gonna start
One spark
Everything will get dark
And you'll grow
Yea, you'll know
Just what poisoned the heart
Maybe slow
Maybe don't just go
Pulling this apart before you brace yourself for a fall

You get me fired up
Just to scream your little lungs out
Wish me the best of luck
And you leave without one doubt
You leave me breathless

You leave me breathless
Shattered and bruised
Restless, token gesture to prove
That you can't best this
Test this - you're gonna lose
To the sound of empty voices
It's fine - we all just wanna be present
It's alright - we all just need to feel found
Stop pulling your punches
Like you're better than this
Pounding your fist to the sound of empty voices