All is a lie that we have fallen to. 
Bring us to our knees, in the despair of what we believed. 
This is a downfall, this is the tragedie's end. 
This is the great deception. 
To [bad word] with love, to [bad word] with hope. 
Feelings you can’t really feel. 
And the dying man thought to himself. 
"The horror, the horror." 
And if it was just nothingness? 
How can I feel peace, in such emptiness? 
Watch me as I descend into nothingness 
I refuse and I deny, a fate written in stone, older than I, older than time.