There is no good
Shake your head at me and I'll shake mine right back at you

Disappointment isn't a desire of mine
Plagued with fragmented thoughts of why?
Too shameful to describe
With weary assurances I sit by
And await no reply

There is no good
Digesting the oldest fucking trick
Catch me if you can
Dipping in and out of disgust
Smirk at the disadvantage, I know I did
Try to keep up

Now let us convince
There's no desire
There is no desire
Now let us convince
Where is your desire?
There is no good
There is no goodbye