I CAN’T FIND A GOOD REASON BUT I DON’T NEED ONE. NOTHING COMES EASY. WHERE’S MY AMBITION. AND THE SOUND OF THE RADIO KEEPS GETTING WEAKER. AND THE PAIN IN MY CHEST IS GETTING DEEPER. THERE’S A BLACK HOLE IN MY BODY IT’S PUSHING ME BACK INTO MY SEAT. IT’S SWALLOWING ALL OF THE GOOD IN ME. I USED TO BE DRUNK ON LIFE NOW I’M THIRSTY. I WALK TO THE BEAT OF RANDOM SOURCES. AND THE PEOPLE I MEET HAVE THE SAME FACES AND THE SOUND OF THE RADIO KEEPS GETTING WEAKER AND THE PAIN IN MY CHEST IS GETTING DEEPER. THERE’S A BLACK HOLE IN MY BODY. IT’S PUSHING ME BACK INTO MY SEAT. IT’S SWALLOWING ALL OF THE GOOD IN ME. I USED TO BE DRUNK ON LIFE NOW I’M THIRSTY. THE ARCHITECT IS GONE. THE WORKERS’ SHADOWS ROAM. THE ARCHITECT IS GONE