That stretched from the deepest infinity, what it means to live life bleak
you will question all as well
Brings me to the age-old question to be or not to be, that stretched from the deepest infinity
Into stills of black and white, suspended in time alone
Words fell short of meaning, you can t fix the errors of the past
The hue of raw dismay, confusion and malice
the hue of raw dismay
you will question all as well
the basic tenets of nihilism are now enough for me
Dwelling on dismal memories, the hue of raw dismay, i m sorry to displease you but i shun this fantasy
that stretched from the deepest infinity
taints my palette gray
Into stills of black and white, in lack of mental light
taints my palette gray
The basic tenets of nihilism are now enough for me, words fell short of meaning
Don t want it to end this way, you will question all as well No, when the days begin to lose color
i m sorry to displease you but i shun this fantasy
I m sorry to displease you but i shun this fantasy, the more you realize the more you drown in grief
And your will has fallen weak, with only lifeless streams of thought
in this indifferent world of emptiness and negativity