| Full sets of decaying teeth |
| Skin, sunken and thin |
| Dying like an art |
| Navigating so carefully |
| The sun becomes the sign of a solemn separation |
| Endless sleep |
| I’ve closed my eyes once before, to wake up immersed in color |
| The days exist one with night |
| Infinite nothing |
| It will all mean nothing |
| In the light of the future |
| I have no more words, no doubts, no fears |
| Giving up every last hope |
| To return to the center |
| Auditory hallucinations |
| Grinding these nail beds to the core |
| Eternal perpetuation of a living dream, the days bleed |
| Existing one with night |
| Inhaling the celestial air |
| Empires of neglect chip away at my motion |
| And lend to an inherent lack of association |
| Discord, error, doubt, despair |
| Eternal perpetuation |
| In the light of the future |
| We will all become nothing |
| The eyes that have failed to perceive |
| Aside from the solitary «I» |
| Become those eternally posed in the vices of error |
| Sinking and eaten alive |
| Into the infinite nothing |