It's actually not that bad, nor truly sad.
That most worldly longing has been put
into a single well, with a beautified name.

We all long for something.
I might as well long for you.
Even though it makes me blue.

I thought I was a rock'n'rolla.
But they were only in it for the dollar.
Keep singing about nothing, nothing to say.
Keep talking about not talking, talk-talking away.

Keep reminding us all of the scorching gore in the chests.
About being the best, be the first to pull the trigger.
About that thing getting bigger and bigger.

Nobody is going to stop you.
Until the rope reaches the ankle.
We all have to go there, at the end of the line.
Then today's pleasures will be yesterday's memories.
Empty trophies; reaching towards a mirage.
Tell me, is there anything there?
What could that be...

Maybe its tomorrow.
Maybe it was today.
Either way:

There are some consequences that never go away.

There must be something seriously wrong,
to bring on something so lingering and strong:
A sad and sick song, sung from another place.

Survival seems secondary in that phase.
In this void, intensely empty space.
Where even time has a bitter taste.

Listen to your demons;
They have a lot to say.
Consider, now, the chaos:
It can take your breath away.

Play the devils advocate:
Be shocked by your own speech.
Play with fire, dance with monsters,
Contemplate what they preach.

Hear the echoes in the silence,
Though the resonance is faint.
See the figures in the darkness
Meaning light still remains.

Stare into oblivion.
Embrace the great abyss.
Find beauty in the question:
Can nothingness exist?

And you think it is as simple
As telling black from white;
Little do you know, my love,
That it's just a trick of the light.

So when you loose your second closest,
and that state goes briefly unnoticed:

Then why oh why?!

Is your name again spoken,
and yet again I become broken.

I wish I could sing of no regrets,
nor of any emotional debts.
But as we kissed goodbye, the sun set,
and my heartstrings began to fret.

How am I not beset with regret?
You know, once it felt so right.
Back when I slept at night.

Your smile, so light and bright.
It outranks the world in my sight.
Then, this hopeless, helpless feeling...
It penetrates the floor through the ceiling.

Now, our shadow covers me.
And so now, we are history?

And all that I can ever be to you, is that darkness that we knew?
And this regret that I've come to grow so accustomed to? I had to.
And in my own way; In this deep blue shade: hope begins to fade.

And after the night, comes the day.
And my tears dry out on their own.