We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death. We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed. Burn it to the ground and ground it down; I love falling apart in your arms.
Everyone is going around, falling down to the ground; We feel like the world is coming to an end. Burn it down, burn it down.
Everyone is an angel and everyone is a devil; All we become is ashes and dust. Bite the hand that feeds, Down on your dirty knees; Who are you that we should trust?
There is a great big hole in the sky; I think it’s time to die. There’s nothing left to do, But suffer fools like you.
Something inside me burns with hate; It is you I have to kill or save. Clinical and cynical; We are nothing to the grave.
We are the nothing inside of you, We are the nothing that you breed. We are nothing, You are nothing; You are nothing like me.
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul
Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers
Day of holding figure, To the day of touching their feet Not has changed Yesterday they taught us how to walk Today they taught us how to talk From the day of pampers To the day of manners From bringing