First came the word. And that word was nothing Soundless syllables in boundless thought. Is this it? Or all? Or everything A reflection between parallel mirrors? In a book never written Seen through a frameless window Nihil Est. The opiate of the masses. Diluted and polluted. Curls in wisps over vacant idols To stillborn children Mother nature gave birth to husks That dissolve and decay back to dirt In the melody between notes In the notes in arrest In discord in a chord Nihil est In the words between lines In the worst of the best In the dust in the pews Nihil Est Like words of empty praise Washing over an empty congregation Like a cancelled play, played out To a sleeping audience of mannequins Like a television flickering Static in an empty concrete room In thoughts so vast nothing is possible When nothing exists everything is always permitted Existence is no great gift Death is not a beginning But in nothing it is a rift Love, Hate in a cold dream A cold clockwork circumstance A random unknown hidden in simple patterns It's a chalk outline, not a halo Leave crutches for cripples Leave dependence to drones Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown In the melody between notes In the notes in arrest In discord in a chord Nihil est In the words between lines In the worst of the best In the dust in the pews Nihil Est