The Atrocity Exhibition

What’s a little loss to me?

What’s a quicker death to me?

I’ve been dying since the wall came down

I don’t want to hear you out

I don’t want to make a sound

A noisy exit seems so obvious.

Listen close and something stirs

I will never speak a word

The carefree murder of a hollow soul

Not the sum of what you see

None of this means shit to me

A quiet spirit in a crumbling world