Sinking to feel
All the pain that hides below the surface
Though wounds have healed
The skin will save the scars to show the burden

Chaos quantified
The suffering
They will justify

The difference between
The sound and the silence
The making of tyrants
It’s easy to see through the eyes of a nihilist

Suspending our belief
Until we start to see
Something resembling a sentence that’s genuine
Another lie meant to pacify
The crisis of meaning, it's only increasing

The difference between
The sound and the silence
The making of tyrants
Are the hands of the free
Always destined to be bound by the violent?
It’s easy to see through the eyes of a nihilist
The nihilist

Chaos quantified
The suffering
They will justify

The difference between
The sound and the silence
The making of tyrants
Are the hands of the free
Always destined to be bound by the violent?
It’s easy to see through the eyes of a nihilist
The eyes of a nihilist
Nihilist
Nihilist