There's nothing left to say except the obvious, the empty
The erudite one lies and squirms


That's how I fall

We're searching, we're hoping, for something to save us

There's still nothing left

And as the truth has been revealed and the tables have been turned

This distance brings me falling to my knees again

When elegy is memory

Shazzamo; they'll never know

That's how I fall


We're becoming sentient, soulless machines
Breathing, bleeding, knee-deep in apathy


And as the truth has been revealed and the tables have been turned
This distance brings me falling to my knees again


And if it makes you smile then I would say these words to you
And if it makes you smile then I would end this life tonight


Hey, Emptiness; this is our salute to every breath, every tear
You made it real, the beauty of loving you


You don't have to suffer, you don't have to see this to the end