Oh how the pale beauty spoils! Show me a nothingness Where-in lies the essence of our existence. This collective holds the power to grieve More than birth itself. What irony! Was it not foretold That the genesis offers Nothing more than a cruel mockery? And now am I overwhelmed by The sheer irrelevance of truth.
Give me pain; Give me hatred; Give me suffering; Give me disgust; I give to thee a drop of water, And beg of thee that Thou might show me the difference. This bitterness is as deep as the void, And yet as hollow. And again am I overwhelmed By the sheer irrelevance of truth.
Over and over do I crawl, As a moth from its chrysalis. A frail web of whispered tongues That spread as wings, Nausea and indifference In eternal disharmony. And still am I overwhelmed By the sheer irrelevance of truth.
This bitterness is as deep as the void, And yet as hollow. Will thou watch, wide-eyed, As distant shapes manifest within? Will thou turn thy back And offer it to carbon blades? Will thou walk in the knowledge That thy footprints fade into dust and dirt? And now art thou overwhelmed By the sheer irrelevance of truth. This collective holds the power to grieve More than birth itself. Oh! What irony!