Текст песни
The slow, certain shift
Towards something broken
There's no point in screaming
The sound would just be swallowed
By the coming silence
The pieces will fall
They always do
And i'll be there
A part of the debris
There's no point in screaming
The sound would just be swallowed
By the coming silence
What purpose is there
In trying to brace against it
My hands, they're just empty air
They've always been
I see the inevitable end
A black hole opening wide
And i know i'm the one
Pulling it closer
My very existence
A silent catalyst for ruin