Weeping Willow

There's voids to be filled
So swallow them pills
To make you well
(To make you well)
To make you well
(To make you well)
It gets under my skin
(It gets under my skin)
I'm suffering within
(I'm suffering within)
This self loathing grows old
This self loathing grows old
Then everything zen becomes a private hell
The flames burn infectious atmospheres

So come with me
To our favourite tree
The weeping willow waits for us
You'll see

Meditate in discomfort
Don't fight the universe
Because all paths lead to an end
Because all paths lead to an end

There's voids to be filled
So swallow them pills
This self loathing grows old
This self loathing grows old

Is reality a dream?
Noise is all I hear
Is reality a dream?
This life that I fear
This life that I fear
Is reality a dream?
Noise is all I hear
Is reality a dream?
This life that I fear
This life that I fear
Is reality a dream?
Noise is all I hear