Facing disconnection with no direction
In a useless perfection of silence.
The last page resembles the first, words without matter.
A screeching, meaningless noise, nonsensical clatter.
In the garden of forking paths choices seem so hollow
Moments turn to noise, mind-numbing wallow.
They tend to fall apart, the end at the start
On these twisting paths of choices.
Ever resistant and always insistent.
A random, persistent disturbance.
The illusion of choice, a comforting voice.
Find meaning (meaning through noise).
The illusion of choice, a comforting voice.
Find meaning through noise!
In the garden of broken paths choices seem so carved out.
Familiarity transformed to living, constant fear.
They've been torn apart, no end nor start
These shattered paths of silence.
Ever resistant and always insistent.
A random, persistent disturbance.
The illusion of choice, a comforting voice.
Find meaning (meaning through noise).
The illusion of choice, a comforting voice.
Find meaning through noise!
Facing disconnection with no direction
In a useless perfection of silence.
The last page resembles the first, words without matter.
A screeching, meaningless noise, nonsensical clatter.
Facing disconnection with no direction
In a useless perfection of silence.
Of silence.
Of silence.