A vision of silence The final mass destruction My dream of nonexistence is More than a raged self destruction Never ending, persistent Questions of infinity In this endless blurriness There's no answer to find
We occupy ourselves with the things we make up Release yourself, time becomes an illusion
A meaningful nothingness That I dreamt beyond spaces Reality, perfectly rigid Cycle, broken forever The curtain falls. Unveils the beginning of uncreation Wasted years that lie behind They all should make sense now.
We occupy ourselves with the things we make up Release yourself, time becomes an illusion The view is clarified when we do nothing at all Confronted by the end.
Why is it hard to believe Nothingness is a part of it Why do all these fantasies Form unconsciously.
We occupy ourselves with the things we make up Release yourself, time becomes an illusion.