The Spoonbill Generator

This metropolis, this wasteland, these wand'ring souls [N]

These dissolutes and hollow men, this nothingness [F]

This gulf of sorrow, aching to be filled again [N]

Will be filled again and once again, but not by me [F]

Grey and hulking, lifeless, yet persisting [Ethetran]

To reawaken hope where all was gloom [Beefy ]

Before the concrete and despair crushes me [Padfoot]

I'll listen to that siren call again [Beefy ]