Capricorn / Agoratopia - Rivers of Nihil

Fear, fear drowns the mind

In my kingdom, in my refuge

Within this empty room

Where I can speak to you

A last breath for the earthly

In empty space

Distant voices chant softly

It’s beginning to look like a pale facade

Another cry for existence

Stands to be ignored

But it’s a pale facade

It’s a pale facade

Hands stretching toward the last day beneath the sun

Reaching paradox

In time we will unmake ourselves

It’s a pale facade

Secure in your right to remain

Breathing the air you did not earn

Like ants coveting

Strong sense of dependence

No will of its own

Walk for centuries to realize all that’s left is a fading image

Words like fleeting omniscience

Cloaked in subtle pain

No answer for those needing relief from existence

Oh, the sight!

Oh, can it be?

I’ve longed to see that which truly

Owns the light

A calming wave of incandescent grace

Spreads its rot

It’s a pale facade

Hands stretching toward the last day beneath the sun

Reaching paradox… in time we will unmake ourselves

It’s a pale facade

Secure in your right to remain

Breathing the air you did not earn

When the sun doesn’t rise

And the hope of light fades

Rest these eyes a while

I’ll see your face