Blank Diary Entry (feat. Mark Lanegan)

In a garden full of locusts
Pain was a crying man
Wrapped in several kinds of skinSeeking consolation in machines

Stuck in a hole of collapsing time
Locked into solitude by body state and mind
A silent tension drags and weakens
In a hollow room the darkness deepens
The curve steepens

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory
A goodbye to glory

A gentle murmuration
Concealed to all but me
Estranged, sad and softened
In a low sky by the sea, patiently

Disciplined desirеs and toxic agendas
Polished by light, yet still half rеmembered
Fatigued, tired ragged and distressed
No way out of this unholy mess
I must confess

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory
Goodbye to glory

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory
A goodbye to glory