Endless Naught
Artificial Language
The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath
Inside the pit another one descends
And I know I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same
No need for dialogue, one word would hurt too much
While you’re sinking, I’ll watch a lovely sky, leaving another piece of me behind
The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath
And we’re it’s bad seeds, so instead of growing flowers we’ll sink
It’s pointless, we’re pointless
We’re pointless
It’s pointless, we’re pointless
We’re pointless
I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same
The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath