There's a gaping canyon, a chasm
Carved by the stream of ache
The pit runs far and wide
Here stands a man, who is empty inside
(How far is it to the bottom?)
A memoir of despair retells the story etched in the mineral and stone
And with each granite layer, lies another chapter of sorrow and woe
It all erodes
A vast expansion of erosion
Life's weathering has hardened his shell
How far is it to the bottom?
The refrain echoes through the chasm
How far is it to the bottom?
Falling apart in the twists of crippling pain
Staring ghastly into the open wound
A dark, endless void
A tear in the canvas
Stitched into the earth
Imprisoned, untethered, yet anchored to the ground
Cracks splinter
The surface reflecting
The fractures
The fragments of the heart
How far is it to the bottom?
The refrain echoes through the chasm
How far is it to the bottom?
Falling apart in the twists of crippling pain
Crowds come from afar to see (to see)
Proof of this tragedy
In awe they mutter "this is perfection"
In awe they mutter "this is perfection"