Текст песни
Echoes in the marrow...
Silence in the veins...
What is a body,
but a coffin made of flesh?
Carved in bones, my secrets scream,
Hollow lungs that never breathe.
Skin is just a fragile cage,
Where the void begins to feed.
I tear apart my shadowed form,
Searching for what makes me real.
But all I find is absence deep,
An endless wound that will not heal.
Fragments fall, my essence gone,
Every pulse feels so undone.
If I'm alive, then tell me why
I only hear the void reply.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
A body with no soul inside.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
A hollow heart where shadows hide.
Tear me open, find no meaning,
All the blood has turned to stone.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
I was never truly whole.
Veins collapse like fragile strings,
A symphony of suffering.
Every nerve a burning wire,
Every dream consumed by fire.
I cut away the mask I wear,
And underneath, there's only air.
A monument of ash and dust,
A broken shell of shattered trust.
Fragments fall, my essence gone,
Every pulse feels so undone.
If I'm alive, then tell me why
I only hear the void reply.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
A body with no soul inside.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
A hollow heart where shadows hide.
Tear me open, find no meaning,
All the blood has turned to stone.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
I was never truly whole.
Silence... devours... everything!
Emptiness becomes my skin!
Rotting bones, a choir of grief,
I am the corpse of disbelief!
This is the anatomy of nothing!
A body with no soul inside.
This is the anatomy of nothing!
A hollow heart where shadows hide.