Lyrics:

Looking in at the world.
Gazing out upon my soul.
Endless streams of warmth,
In a space dark and cold.

I’ve been searching for a while.
For some things that cannot be found.
Like when I have been.
And where am I bound?


I lose myself from time to time.
Or atleast that’s how it seems.
When I try to be someone,
Without even knowing what that means.

My eyes have created my world.
And without me there is nothing.


The prophets seem all too real,
To those who read their book.
The truth is hard to find,
For those who know to look.

I recognize the darkness,
As a sprouting seed.
I feel L’appel du vide.


My eyes have created my world.
And without me there is nothing.

Dysphorian