When syllables go soundless
the sensation kills you
to the brink of burning
from the fill of your filth
to their lacking still
while walking through these walls
I am now dead and gone
deep into your soul
you may live on as nothing
I am now dead and gone
Reaching further into the void
past the gates of slumber - forever night
to a non-believer from a distance
it seems much clearer
the total loss of mind
from suspended faith
to where it must die
It would be senseless to drag this out
anymore that time could wither
clock hands corrode
Live on as nothing
you live on as nothing
While walking through these walls
I've come to find no unconditional
Breeding this fear deep into your soul
I am now dead and gone
