We're counting down the miles to NOWHERE,
We're so confused and tired of glory;
We lost the wit when found wrong way,
It was the end of happy story.

The space within is full of NOTHING,
And nothing's fine within lifetime;
We come from chaos, holding something,
And then we hurry, suffer, die.

Eternal fragrance of pure SILENCE
Is what we wait for every day;
We see the fondness in the violence,
We love when bleeding victims pray.

Some broken hearts seem to be HOLLOW;
The Emptiness is God for us;
Wherever we hide, it will follow
And find us, and return to dust.