Something
Failure
Comfort (1992)

I don't feel alone
I can't seem afraid
I wanted to think
but I'll sleep it away
some thing I forgot
somewhere to sit down
some stuff to do up
some crap that I found

we're the credulous ones
on a dead machine
blowing thoughts into bags with no shame

too loud in my ears
to fill up my mind
too black to ignite
two words I won't find
what blank did I draw
what kind of a day
which one had to go
whatever you say

we're the credulous ones
on a dead machine
blowing thoughts into bags with no shame

don't try and read this
it means nothing
I can't say this
if you hear it