Chasing God seems to be an impossible feat
When you've got temptation slyly waiting for you to just open the door.

How do you run to the light at the end of the tunnel
When you could stop running
And just sit in the darkness?

Sit in the silence.
Sit in the unknown.

Going nowhere.

Giving into yourself
And becoming absolutely nothing at all

So then neither God nor the demons
Can ever truly have you

Because 'You'
Don't really exist at all.