In my heart I never imagined a world so cold. I envision a frozen globe, with a hole in it, held by a hand. I can hear cries of suffering from the inhabitants. Why must the world be so cold? I ask myself as I pull back my tears! I look at the world through vacant eyes.
I sit in a room full of people, feeling a bit vacant. I’m starring at a wall of graffiti, feeling it looks a bit vacant. I stare into your eyes with many thoughts, but you tell me my expression’s very vacant. Shut your Vacant Eyes, I’ll shut my vacant eyes.
My beer bottle begins to get warm sitting on an empty table. The lonely cigarette burns in the ashtray. The smoke fills the room. I don’t even see the doom. While mesmerized by the television. Our brains slowly face envision. A political mind fuck, I stare at the table with vacant eyes.
She wraps a rubber band around her arm, leans back in the couch, a smile comes to her face, as she injects the needle into her forearm. Now her mind goes blank, the pain inside is gone for a while. She’s done with this world, she looks at life through vacant eyes.
You’re driven to work in a limousine, dressed in your finest Armani Suit. Protected by your Gucci shoes, and your Louis Vuitton briefcase. Living in a house, most could never afford. You can never have enough, you look at things through vacant eyes.
He sleeps on the streets, every night it’s the same routine. He begs for money, then spends it on liquor. He finds an empty doorway to call home. Drinks his booze, till he starts to snooze. He looks at the streets with vacant eyes.
We live each day with stress, working a job we hate, with people we despise. Denied a raise, yet the owners increase their salaries everyday. Each day we ask for more, but do nothing to achieve it. We look at jobs through vacant eyes.