Devote Yourself To Nothing

While bending to a rusty throne

I feed a beaten creature

Bygone a forgotten dream

Bound to aborted passions

Can't you see? Who's pointing the speachless...

The mirror reflects a mess – and I fear it is me

All decisions are born from a tired call

When the lonely screams out these loveless words

I thought there must be something

But I chose to go

Leaving words unspoken

I devote myself to nothing

Nothing

I chose to choose but nothing

Consequent but empty I

Forgot to speak the truth

Hearing the sirens preaching

Can't you see? I'm pointing the heartless

This mirror reflects a mess – and I fear it is me...

There is no hope for me

The price of owning mysilf is too high

And a privilege of a life overdose speaks to others