"Empathy," he said

But empathy is dead

I was nowhere, I was nowhere then

Is that what he meant? Is this detachment?

I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know, I wouldn't know

He splits the seams, hope's unraveling

I was nowhere, I was nowhere then

There are stranger places full of pretty faces

But you never know

You never know, you never know, you never know

"Empathy," he said

But empathy is utterly and irreversibly dеad, dead, dead, dead, dеad