Låttexter
Return to non existence
There's no one to think your thoughts
Absent minded nothing
Paradise in oblivion
The human condition
Without purpose or permission
Cracking under the weight
Of obsolescence
From the dust of the dead
Built to suffer alone
Heavy is the hand
Wrapped around a throat
I wish I could believe in god
I wish there someone to catch us
When we inevitably fall
But no one ever answers
Do you remember
Do you remember
A time without form
A place without
An empty void
Where nothing remains
History tends to
Repeat itself