Incessant

I met a man and his name was Mr. Lonely How did I know? Because he told me He kept asking me to make it stop I asked him what he meant, but he said he couldn't tell me He taught me all kinds of magical words Like hollow-hearts and phantom-pain Numbness and ice were all he knew And that was Mr. Lonely I met a man and his name was Mr. Nobody How did I know? Because he told me He kept asking me to make it stop I asked him what he meant, but he said he couldn't tell me He showed me all kinds of mystical things Like tears and blood and hurt and rain Himself and his Hollow were all he knew And that was Mr. Nobody I met a man and his name was Mr. Impulse How did I know? Because he told me He kept wanting to make it stop I asked him what he meant, but her said he couldn't tell me He mastered so many wonderful things Like lies and breaking window panes Ruins and ashes were all he knew And that was Mr. Impulse I met a girl and her name was Me How did I know? I just did She found a way to make it stop I asked her what she meant, but she said she'd already told me She gave me dreams of most startling things Like peace and death and love and rain All her mind told her was all that she knew And that was Me Deep in my Hollow, Nobody's there Living with Impulse and Lonely somewhere There's no magic button, no key to the lock But maybe one day we can make it all stop The turmoil, the sorrow, the holes in our chests The sifting though ashes for any life left The nights without tears, without sleep, without gain The gaping black hole that is incessant pain.