I can see in the dark, for I am the night
Draped in ancient golds, as a shattered sun fell from the sky
And the stars collide, they circle the drain
Drip into this coma inside
"Belonging", said the walls of a broken home
"Cartography", said the figure, wandering alone
The jaded don't cower before an absent throne
Spent days following the foxes down the rabbit hole
I've heard whispers of the others
Of bitter kings and queens
Places of absent creation
Where they'd drown their apathy
They met somewhere out in the blue
Makers of unknown latitudes
And they spoke, with such empty words that no one heard
No regard for significance
Here's your toast to emptiness
Malice in the gla**es, half empty til we die
Even my reflection can't look me in the eye
Can't see the forest for the trees and the tracks behind us
Close your eyes tight enough and we might turn the world to diamonds
"One thing that I've learned of creation
Is to watch it slowly die, that's mercy
That's how I come to terms with watching you burn
Perfect in my eyes, your ending"
Over and over and over again
A constant reminder that this is all the end