I see the eyes of a thousand suns
Staring at all these lonely beings of carbon,
Lost in the desert of their souls
Seeking a meaning to their existence,
A sense to their lives.

We are the desperate souls,
The children of a bottomless chasm.
We are the shadow of a dying world.

We're thousands, dead inside.
No constellation in our eyes,
Just dead stars.
(My poor friends what a sorry state we're in)
You'll find no source of light,
Nor any answers in our hearts,
Just grey souls.

To numb the pain devvour the soul like a black hole
And let us fade along these monotonous days,
We're broken, seeking a way...
Seeking a way out of this endless hell
Confined inside the back of our fucking skulls.

We cower to hide the light of the stars,
Back into the mire,
We're hopelessly drowning,
Our evils meddle with each fucking day.
This nascent fire will forever consume us.

We're thousands, dead inside.
No constellation in our eyes,
Just dead stars.
(My poor friends what a sorry state we're in)
You'll find no source of light,
Nor any answers in our hearts,
But grey souls.