Text: Cadillac Blindside. The Allegory Of Death And Fame. Always A Comedian.

is this what you think of me, so hollow? seems to take the place, of things left behind. is this what becomes of us, never to be defined. thoughts still left unsaid, and you believe we can go. on and on into infinity. we slowly kissed good-bye. i feel i'm left behind. i'm left behind. cheated at best, was i left for dead. does this make any sense, simple and complex? there's nothing a drink can't fix. pour anther, thoughts still left unsaid, and you believe we can go. on and on into infinity