| DWINDLE |
| Stripped down to the basics Everything I see has no form And I stop to think Does form matter all that much All forms dwindle under pressure I need to seek another way of expression My method causes madness So I strive to find a shape That holds me In all my nothingness |
| Sleep destroys the afterlife And that's just fine with me How great can an afterlife be Centuries spent in misery I don't need that now And I won't need it then So fuck your beliefs I won't buy them The free cost is too great To throw my life away |
| Why can't you see it The cult you call your home The form it takes is meaningless Crushed before an afterlife Of empty space Just death Nothing more at the end of the road How can you think differently Heaven and Hell tie together In a world of fantasy A world you'll never see |