Echo of the dark

Maybe it was asleep at the wheel. Maybe you dream of another focus for the drive time hit parade with a message for the DJ. The manner of which is all too confusing.

It's a girl who's dying and she's crying on the floor. Stop being so insensitive about your own feelings, hers are more important. People are there and you have to be with her in all this. If it helps it's the same agony you feel day in day out

Abject misery to deal with your feeling is to miss the point of the message and the pacts of the axis falls off the circumference because of the deal fell apart.

Message doesn't become love anymore. It's all useless data stored for what you want to feel. Or can you feel anything? It all became too much so fall away into the shell that keeps your satisfaction feeling with same sense of redemption. But your faces fall in the echo of the dark