He deserves what little he's become - the hate that grows without end
He spends the nights at sea, but worries not of dreams
A mighty harmonist watches him while he sleeps
The Immeasurable depth, it sings outside
It's a relief now, he won't infect you from out here
There is no space for sadness in their hearts
It drowns in the depth of nothing
The hate, a skin without a body
Cold surfaces incarnate, what we used to be
His heart full of emptiness
It loves me, hates me and weeps for me
It defies all attempts and captures me