chase the nothing

These halls are empty No one can hear me I bring upon thee Suffering and intrigue They crucify me Black death surrounds me Like leaves from dead trees These seas of bad dreams So, it's never been good I wouldn't fear you My suffering feels good I wouldn't fear you My suffering feels good Bombs drop from nowhere Who cares who goes there Frail men with thin hair Make wars and send prayers Come all the big fair Bright lights and big stairs Dance round the warfare Then breathe the hot air Oh, it's never been good I wouldn't fear you My suffering feels good I wouldn't fear you My suffering feels good My suffering feels good