Construct…destruct…
My eyes are no eyes, my pain is not pain
These weary hours are my life,k
so check the score, it’s…
Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none
Six-nothing against the hollow-souled
Destruct…destruct…
My sixes are nothing and nothing is all
This black-dyed truth equals my life,
must adapt to the illogical rules to survive
Misunderstood the ambition, my nails so failed…
Six-nothing against empty-hearted, still certain of none
Six-nothing against the hollow-soulded
To endure or to escape?
To leave… for something better?
«Knee-deep in things I did or did not do,
a conscious kill of all I’ve achieved.»