Abysmalia - An Epitome Of Emptiness Lyrics
Deep inside this mind, there's nothing to be foundShivering solitude and absence of reason, light and soundWashed up remedies putting pieces back togetherEmpty Bordeaux glass on the table with this letterI look at the paper, think about the closing lineShould I send it inscribed or just remove the last rhymeGod how I hope you called, just to give me a chanceBut I do know that it's probably too much to askNo, no - I didn't want to knowNo - I didn't need to knowThe truth about the only lieI did nothing so wrongThere's noFor meTwo go