You are the ones that will free us from colours That will free us from words Squeezed in the rock of existence We never experienced anything else Mind, moment, spark-there's nothing The weight of this world breaks my spine So maybe emptiness completes existence? Does something that never was exist? Destroy, change– you are unable Hatred, fear, frustration– laughter Is it possible to be in the temple of nothingness? World is you, you're the eternal everything Never-always, one– nothing You think that destruction is the way Let your own pain be the answer For nothingness, for non-existence in emptiness Being for not being, religion of black hole Did we find already: Can something that never was give us an answer: What you truly hate is a part of you World without move, we flow in substance Devoured by perfect entirety Homogenous millions of perfect shape