Lyrics

A Christian man looks atop of a mountain and randomly starts to scream.

A pagan begins to book from their reality into their dreams.

The Christian man panics then jumps while he screams.

"Their is nothing special about us at all."

As I slip into the darkest void of all. I realize we are nothing, we are no one.

As I sleep, I hear them preaching in the hall, they are nothing, they are no one.

It's okay to be afraid. After the time you realized you have wasted.

A Shaman believes he doesn't belong to earth, but belongs somewhere in the clouds.

A Nihilist women cries her eyes out, hating society everyday.

The Shaman comes back to earth after a rough encounter with a Grey.

"We really aren't that special after all."

I sink into the blackest place of all. I realize I am nothing, I am nothing at all.

As I sleep I hear the shadows coming out of the walls. They are nothing, they are nothing at all.

It's okay be afraid. After all we don't know much about time and space.

It's okay to run and hide away, without that instinct we would have died and met a early grave.

I slip into the darkest part of life of all. It's nothing, nothing at all.

There is no point to it. No point at all.

Like a blank canvas, you have to paint the picture of life.

No one or god(s) can do this for you.