Kill The Sweet Choir

I hear you singing, from a distance,
not really singing to me.
But always telling me the right.
What you see.

I hear your songs, hear them vaguely,
none of them really meant for me.
But always pointing me right.
I'm free.

Cause I killed the sweet choir, singing your tunes.
I'd rather be blank and never believe,
then to have you take it away from me.

I hear your advice, from afar,
not really comforting me.
But always telling me the easy.
You don't see.

How can I train myself not to feel?
When feeling is all I define myself by?
You have no way of seeing inside of me,
yet you imagine you know, that you've got all there is.

So I killed the sweet choir, singing your tunes.
I'd rather be blank and never believe,
then to have you take it away from me.

Stay this way.
You, stay away.