1. Disconnect

From the recording Something Gone


I see the way it has to be;
my role in this, another casualty.
It stays the same.
You always seem to take joy from another’s suffering

So dissonant and far away, you never hear a word I say
So disconnect and fall away, tell me I’m better off this way

Pretend for me, another dream –
shattered, coming apart at the seams
So plead to me, just out of reach.
The feeding from another’s empathy