Noble Rot

A looming blackness With no way around it A chronic pointless That has made me quit A reckless gnawing That keeps on beating A restless grieving That keeps on repeating Mourning for an unknown loss Only grows louder The funeral in my veins Only gets sour A hopeless falling That keeps on going A helpless longing That's overflowing This endless starving Is all I see, is all I breathe But it's the only feeling That makes sense to me This endless starving (I want it to swallow me whole) (It's all empty) Is all I see, is all I breathe (For this dark to wash me clean) (It's all hollow) But it's the only feeling ('Cause there's comfort in being removed) (It's all bended) That makes sense to me (And letting go of my hold) (It's all jaded) This endless starving (I want it to swallow me whole) (It's all empty) Is all I see, is all I breathe (For this dark to wash me clean) (It's all hollow) But it's the only feeling ('Cause there's comfort in being removed) (It's all bended) That makes sense to me (And letting go of my hold) (It's all jaded)