This song turned out to be the same as Filler, I didn't have that in mind at all. It's just an idea I have in my head that wont go away. You can't go wrong if you write about everything there is. Maybe I'm just lazy.

It’s like frozen fires,
Worn out, grown tired.
It’s like dark lights,
Or shadows on bright nights.

It’s everything that shouldn’t be.
Lost times, lost minds, and things unseen.
It’s all the things that make up me.

It’s like silent laughs,
Dark clouded glass.
It’s like loud silence,
Or rampant violence.

It’s everything that shouldn’t be.
Dead eyes, cross lies, and things unseen.
It’s all the things that make up me.

It’s like civil wars,
And happy whores.
It’s like broken trusts,
Or western winds they gust.

It’s baited gays,
And hated jays.
It’s tired days,
And mired ways.

It’s everything that shouldn’t be.
It’s everything and everlong.
It’s all the things that make up me.
It’s all the things that feel so wrong.