Testo Unpeopled Space

Words fail, and they're failing
They fail me now
The loss of all, the loss of all
Nothings lost, there's nothing
There's nothing there
Whatever was, whatever will
Well it won't now
Unpeopled space, toils without complaint
Obliterates as it reclaims
Our word for words sake, we're useless in our way
Clear the brush and push the paint
Oh, what a laugh

I'm not what I am, I'm drifting in between
Standing dead and dry in rain
The thought that remains, our bodies rise and fall
Spawning, sprawling, lying down
Oh, what a laugh

Words fail, and they're failing
They fail me now
The loss of all, the loss of all Nothings lost, there's nothing
There's nothing there
Whatever was, whatever will
Well it won't now