I feel empty,
I feel cold,
like I’ve been ripped,
from my soul.
It’s a CD in a CD drive,
ejected from within,
or an outsider on the outside,
rejected by his kin.
It’s a TV in a TV store,
getting sold to nothing,
or a player in a virtual world,
getting lost for nothing.
But, in the end, everything will be alright,
I will find my soul, and then sleep through the night.
