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Angels have descended only to point and laugh at me
The shock of the detonator ringing in my ears disturbs the silence
Utopia is a theory of nothingness, melting away by the time the sun rises
My flavourless morning coffee will be annihilated along with my bitter memory

I know I should have said "I wish", but I have no interest
In depicting your own happiness like your future is a blank canvas

As if it were nothing, even my recovery method changes to a knife
An endless fear is not far from what I'm heading into
So I'm petrified of the light again

If I saw with my cold eyes that far off, the sun and the moon were chasing each other
I'd turn right to the sound of the dark room again
Ever since the day you disappeared, I've remained like this
In the corner of a dark room, I discovered that I had little time

(It is without form or answers
It is nothing I should know about)

But I'm only seeking
Only disappearing
Was only crying
I couldn't shake this feeling of loss

As if it were nothing, even my recovery method changes to a knife
An endless fear is not far from what I'm heading into
So I'm petrified of the light again