The satisfaction of thinking

follower tell me what's your name
tell me cause i can't remember
don't say something
someone has already said

observant tell me what you see
tell me cause i can't really tell
no one is listening
there is no one else around

sometimes talk is not that cheap
you might feel a little lonely
don't you?
tell me the whole story
everything about those empty eyes
i can't stand looking at these empty eyes

you don't say much
you don't say anything new
you're shivering
at the idea of being yourself
and i feel like we've never met

i will never meet you

it's time to face it
please admit you're just
the echo of another voice
you're the liar's lie

and whenever i look at you
i feel one part remorse
i feel one part disgust
no revenge