Lyrics: Jessie
Music: Jessie
Arranger: Jessie
Behold this life, a fleeting spark.
The coming night, the falling dark.
I shed the form that I was given.
To meet the self that's nightmare-driven.
The void within begins to scream.
I stare into the abyss that wears my own face.
A silent scream erodes what time cannot erase.
This life, a borrowed shadow on a sunless wall.
I am the architect of my own funeral.
The night has poured its essence into my veins.
Now only its cold, majestic truth remains.
I am the final word that will never be spoken.
A vow to the darkness, forever unbroken.
From the deep —
...a breath.
From the self —
...a death.
Behold... the void...
...behold.
I am...
...the night...
...unmade.
Hark...