Ol’ No Name

We've always searched for answers in the emptiest of places
Each construct built, confining such a subtle fascination
A slight inclination towards the surreal
The abstracts distorted and the fractures won't seal
And I'm worried that I've started to unravel

Oh I like it, gotta have it
Give me more, now it's a habit
I don't wanna feel Anything
Confining lines with numbers inside defining lives
Systematic pride, rarely ever breaking stride
We never take heed to anything
I don't wanna feel
Oh I like it, gotta have it
Give me more, now it's a habit
I don't wanna feel anything
Confining lies with promise inside
Defining lies that were made to believe

Should I let my brother go to the devil in his own way?
Oh, I've let my brother go to the devil in his own way

We've always searched for answers in the emptiest of places
We've always searched for answers in the loneliest of places

Now that gods left the building and you can't afford the rent
The devil steps in to fill the rooms instead
Allowing all of those terrible things to live inside your head
I guess I'll let them win
I guess I'll let them in