Nothing

Dead, you are dead, you don't know thatThe spirit has gone, the only divinityTrapped in a cage that you thought is your lifeA coffin remains as your only abodeHow many hoursHow many nightsHow many cursesNothing is more than nothing at allLook at what is leftIn the crimson debrisLook at the facesMorosely reflecting the empty shellNo sanctityNo epitaphNo choir of angelsIs waiting for you on the other sideNothingYou are, you were, you will beNothing at allHow many hoursHow many nightsHow many cursesNothing is more than nothing at allLook at what is leftIn the crimson debrisLook at the facesMorosely reflecting the empty shellYour name is an insultYour efforts a jokeYour last breath will vanishAnd with it, the last remnant of nothing at allNothingYou are, you were, you will beNothing at allHow many hoursHow many nightsHow many cursesNothing is more than nothing at allNo sanctityNo epitaphNo choir of angelsIs waiting for you on the other sideNothingYou are, you were, you will beNothing at all