My chest split, wide as a gapping cavity
I was glad to see the empty that spilt from inside of me
Not even close to divine prophesie, the vacant space decidedly was mine to elate silently
Sometimes even violently; concept into the arms variety, do not lie to me
Soul is priority, anxiety, the girl laying next to me
No, next to him, closer to than ever now to riding alongside the Calvary of several billion sins
All of whom are still egarly wishing
That they may yet be finally taken in the next gust of wind
Shunyata; weaponless is this army