No Thing Lyrics

Identified, Defined

Through cyclical separation

Deep breath, slow death

A hole in my chest

An empty severed head

When vision's an outward gaze

Focas fades and blurs

Reflections tend to lend themselves

To the rippling of the water

Travel en masse

Vast and wide

Just to be all alone again

Internal hurt, eternal thirst

We must learn to earn ourselves

An open weeping wound

May be used as a healing tool

But the blade may be removed

And wielded as a weapon

Will we wander our whole lives

Wondering what could be

Will we ever be set free

From this tension and release

The gap that passion strives to bridge

Sets the same flame that makes it burn

And extended empty hand

Holds the holy nothing to be learned