Destitute Video (MV)

In addition to all that I do
False identity tries to push through
Three I have met, their mouths become wet when they read what I've written to you

The book was not meant for my hands
But what really is?
Labeled "desire" it is this I perspire
You left me with nothing to miss

They won't ever know where I'm from
They just want to know how to come
To a land I create that you piled on my plate
And now my mouth has grown numb

I can't seem to let them all see
Remaining inside mystery
They can't understand why I still hold this hand while this hand isn't holding to me

Miles away inside the same room
Two souls with nothing to prove
We linger away as this dusk seems to prey on the apathy I get from you

So I let the night take its bow
A milestone for a drunk clown
To watch the design from a perch that's sublime where no one can burn down my town.