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Meaning is evident only while taking note of the lack thereof Suffer while I contemplate, I'll dream you up some futile love Steaming heaps of nonsense lie where moral agents tread When Wanting yanks we don't resist The Hedonist The subtle thread It's unseen but strong, it's just like this song that's unwittingly, and cryptically sung unto me by shuffling feet and quiet speech I peer into an almost empty room and somehow detect grief Lament your emptiness! Your irrelevant sentiment I alone detect your sorrow You can bawl into my open wounds Just remain to haunt me tomorrow Describe in song your boredom and I will sing back of its kin Of the ambient futility that lingers among men Such futility did indeed succeed in revealing to me that I, and we, are completely free Free to breathe each breath as if death were the thread to the next The meaning I can muster from the complete lack thereof The nothingness I suffer fills me past my brim with love I evade the steaming heaps of nonsense I am nimble as the dead! I am yanked by mere Wanting and I resist Letras de cancionesI break the thread and thereby detach from where it led Was I not ever-stitched to Mercy? Was Wanting not Her unwanted child? When I run amok in seamlessness the threads break every time I smile I linger in this doorway and She tells me to come in To be still in her solemnity I laugh hysterically instead She's unseen but strong She's just like this song that's unwittingly, and cryptically sung unto me. From Letras Mania