The Cosmos In A Box - Inked In Blood

The silence terrifies us

We can’t stand the sound of our own voices

We are addicted to distracting ourselves

Anything to keep our minds from becoming still

What humanity truly fears is hidden in our insignificance

Our pride won’t save us from this discovery

Where our minds end remains existence

The blood of these questions will spill outside of our fortresses

Desperation is the blade we use to kill, and we kill the silence

To pacify ourselves to the point of self-denial

Terror comes when our egos reach their end

And we are faced with the problem of existence

I won’t believe that this is happening;

but there is no coincidence for me to

rely on

With the silence comes awareness — with the silence comes the fear

Your heart of stone

Give me my fix: for I can’t stand the silence, the terror drives me mad

For I won’t face the questions, this problem of existence