Subliminal Freeways کے بول

I left a note on the bedside table But all I wrote was a messed-up fable Maladies, analogies, everything but apologies The architect of my own betrayal I found a place I can clear my thoughts I can finally be alone But I feel no elation There’s nothing in my heart There’s nothing in my heart No light from isolation There’s nothing in my heart There’s nothing in my heart I closed my eyes to enjoy the freedom I looked for lies ‘cos I longed to see them Honesty, hypocrisy intertwined so impossibly And self-respect is the death of reason I found a place I can hear my thoughts I can finally be alone But I feel no elation There’s nothing in my heart There’s nothing in my heart No light from isolation There’s nothing in my heart There’s nothing in my heart