"Empathy," he said
But empathy is dead
I was nowhere, I was nowhere then
Is that what he meant? Is this detachment?
I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know
He splits the seams, hope's unraveling
I was nowhere, I was nowhere then
There are stranger places full of pretty faces
But you never know
You never know, you never know, you never know
"Empathy," he said
But empathy is utterly and irreversibly dеad, dead, dead, dead, dеad