Testo Nothing

Withering away with water to drink suffering from the twilight's twinge playing on quicksand deeper we sink digging in agony lacking our sense NOTHING...NOT A WORD...OUR LIVES 'CAUSE NOTHING'S WHAT WE ARE NOTHING'S WHAT WE FEEL INSIDE BURNING LIKE A SCAR Sometimes we touch but we don't feel sometimes we feel but we don't get touched we weigh the truth but we're not real the times we fake are way too much