I want , I want , I want ,
to be sad

The sun slides down behind the mountain

I want to be nothing inside

Where's the love every body promised
I would find on my doorstep ?

I think I just swept it away
day after day

I want , I want , I want
to be empty now

No pain , no remorse , no joy

If I have no love , I don't want anything
But an emptiness

Where I can fall into and be lost

Falling forever in nothingness

My own personal eternity

And yet I can see ,
see that there is nothing

Falling . . . free
Falling . . . in peace
Falling . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We'll sing you,
An olden tale.
Of the deep blue ocean,
And flying whales.
The whales had nothing to hide,
But the ocean was stirring inside.
It made the whales go all wrong,
They became monsters of their own song.
The monsters went to war with men,
And there they were until the end.

Ashes and bones,
Swords and thrones.
This is what sin does to us.
It beats,
It eats,
It tears us all apart.
Pumping bad blood in my heart.

But if we are here,
And they were there then,
I've just told you the tale,
The tale of monsters and men.