When you really expect nothing You realize that loneliness is always going to extend The hand of misery Throwing up your final Longing which sheep before the wolf And tell me what do you expect from nothing? Roam in circles Watching darker Looking for the grow Where you will never find it In the end, the bitter hope Of the miserable time That remains As a scar in agony Poisonous reality that mocks in waiting As if the law of signs were reversed And nothing makes sense Poisonous reality that mocks in waiting As if the law of signs were reversed And nothing makes sense And nothing makes sense And nothing makes sense