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.