Sense of Humour

Him that sees, is him that sighs Him that knows that there's nothing left to write Him loves, is him that lies Heaven knows that there's nothing left to write Lives lived, in content The silent damages of needing Printing stories in our heads Status games that keep us feeding I know, what you think that Normal ignorance is easy Damn your scanners, I hope you think to Redefine your sense of humour Sense of humour She that breathes, is she that cries She that knows that there's nothing left to write She that gives, is she that dies Heaven knows that there's nothing left to write