Thousand are the words As I close my eyes and drown in my little prayer for nothing
Like dust dissolving in a water too deep, too cold, too dark I paint a pale imitation of happiness
With the weak brushes of passing desires I portray the thousand pale signs and the thousand bright years wasted after the illusion of a NO MEANING life
While everything disappears like a child begging for mercy I close my eyes and save a last prayer for nothing