apathy

i sleep inside the machinery, letting it all go, wait, keep, preserve the cold within yourself, what more is there to know, watchin' seven holy man bring on the funeral bell, flashing it so all can see, they sink it in a pond, torching open corridors up and down and inside out, i close the gap that bears my name, my hart and my soul, the hours stop and fill the room, i cannot see the sun from here, bloated red and black like death, i've seen it before, somewhere there's a one way street, leading to an empty house, maybe you will find this town called apathy, i wait for you there