Return to non existence There's no one to think your thoughts Absent minded nothing Paradise in oblivion The human condition Without purpose or permission Cracking under the weight Of obsolescence From the dust of the dead Built to suffer alone Heavy is the hand Wrapped around a throat I wish I could believe in god I wish there someone to catch us When we inevitably fall But no one ever answers Do you remember Do you remember A time without form A place without An empty void Where nothing remains History tends to Repeat itself