i have no emotion i have no devotion it's empty motion, oceans of notions intent on ego promotion no elation, no devistation supplication seems a foreign creation barren and beaten and broken and bruised is the briar-ridden thorn-land of my heart my cries are lies from conceitful eyes || i won't simmer in this complacency i won't settle for this false me i'll cry it out: holyname. holyname.
