I Am Shazzamo by The Fall Of Science

There's nothing left to say except the obvious, the empty
The erudite one lies and squirms

That's how I fall

We're searching, we're hoping, for something to save us
There's still nothing left

And as the truth has been revealed and the tables have been turned
This distance brings me falling to my knees again

When elegy is memory
Shazzamo; they'll never know

That's how I fall

We're becoming sentient, soulless machines

Breathing, bleeding, knee-deep in apathy

And as the truth has been revealed and the tables have been turned
This distance brings me falling to my knees again

And if it makes you smile then I would say these words to you
And if it makes you smile then I would end this life tonight

Hey, Emptiness; this is our salute to every breath, every tear
You made it real, the beauty of loving you

You don't have to suffer, you don't have to see this to the end