| Capsule Losing Contact |
|---|
| Seven hundred miles away |
| From what you have to offer |
| So sweet and soft your pillow |
| There is an evil to see us to death alone |
| And who couldn’t miss the walls that cradle us? |
| And sometimes they closed in on you |
| Cause you to suffer |
| Suffering emptiness will only fill the place with a death |
