Testo Sinking Into Existence

Divergences
Great naivety
We're begging
For a meaning
While
Everything
Around us is falling apart
Can you see how dying
Of boredom
Is such a blessing?

I dream of
The beginning
Sinking
Into
The old chasm

Abyss

Of time

A place for us isn't given Other than the ethernal void
That always feeds with its fingers
The morbidity we so chastely keep

A place for us isn't given
A place for us
A place for us
A place for us isn't given

Echoes resound around the despair of youth, lost in sorrow
Both day and night
This life's been carried like a boat drifting
Out to sea
Where lies torment and nothing is clear
Divergencies, great naivety
Mortality
Begging
For a meaning that'll never appear
There is no place for us
There is no place for us