Come to my world.
Might seem blank, a bit stale too.
What's in my head, won't hide it from you.
Squalid may be the word.
I'm not one to say that's untrue.

Let it flow the way it goes,
A little simpler, silence may get bitter, but...
That's just how I see it all.
Where anything could lead to something...
Something great.

No sound, no noise, no distraction.
No ..., no colors, no attraction.
No screams, no mocks, no refraction.