Sinking to feel All the pain that hides below the surface Though wounds have healed The skin will save the scars to show the burden Chaos quantified The suffering They will justify The difference between The sound and the silence The making of tyrants It’s easy to see through the eyes of a nihilist Suspending our belief Until we start to see Something resembling a sentence that’s genuine Another lie meant to pacify The crisis of meaning, it's only increasing The difference between The sound and the silence The making of tyrants Are the hands of the free Always destined to be bound by the violent? It’s easy to see through the eyes of a nihilist The nihilist Chaos quantified The suffering They will justify The difference between The sound and the silence The making of tyrants Are the hands of the free Always destined to be bound by the violent? It’s easy to see through the eyes of a nihilist The eyes of a nihilist Nihilist Nihilist