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

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...

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

What is Perfect?
Does Perfect exist...

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...

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

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

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

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

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