The voids calling, echoes out through infinity
The formless, shapeless, blackness thats home to me
Tendrils of oil, ever far-out, reaching
Taking, killing, with no rhythm or meaning
The familiar shape forming in ethernal night
Faces of friends and family, masking your psychic blight
Whispering out of nothingness, paranoia sets in
Decoding who's real, and who's a used to been
Black water rising, aqua turns to sand
Sinking down slow, like a liquid on dry land
Reality and the mind, starts to twist and bend
Deciding weather its better to endure or to end