I'm seeing everything in black and white,
no grays, no room to put up a fight...

So the sun rises again
the same way it always does...

Rays of light pour through the window
miss my eyelids, I awake...

Three words can carry such a significance.
Those three words can change the way your worlds...

The crashing waves deliver such a peace,
a random metronome, let it never cease...

Rays of light pouring through the window
narrowly missing my eyelids, I awake...

The shadow follows the man, wherever he goes,
It imitates every move, it is the man's...

She walks past, I stand here frozen,
these actions I have subconsciously chosen...

Here I sit,
where I've been waiting for what seems like years...

What is Perfect?
Does Perfect exist...

What is life?
Is life simply breathing, thinking...

Empty.
The hole sits in front of me, inside of me...