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