Endless Naught

The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath

Inside the pit another one descends
And I know I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same

No need for dialogue, one word would hurt too much
While you’re sinking, I’ll watch a lovely sky, leaving another piece of me behind

The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath
And we’re it’s bad seeds, so instead of growing flowers we’ll sink

It’s pointless, we’re pointless
We’re pointless
It’s pointless, we’re pointless
We’re pointless

I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same

The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds
So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath