iN THe eND, THeRe iS oNLY eMPTiNeSS...

about the sense that whatever you do, however far you walk, you're still stuck in the same place...

VeRSe 1:

Well, I guess I'm running on the spot,
Veins pumping acid through my limbs,
Keep on losing my ability to differentiate
Between the nature of my sins

BRiDGe:

So I'll keep on pushing forward,
Cos I don't know what else to do,
Yeah, I'll keep on pushing forward,
And breaking up on you...

CHoRuS:

I like the way you smash me up,
It makes me fucking come,
I like the way you break me up,
You break me til I'm done.

VeRSe 2:

Hey, I gotta face like a hand grenade,
I'm such a twisted little fuck,
I guess whatever happens,
I've run right outta luck...

BRiDGe:
So keep your fucking poison,
It's your purity I need,
I'll bury myself inside you,
And on your nothingness I'll feed...

CHoRuS x2