Lunaea - Inkeater Lyrics

Deadpan animate
Isolated in a void of voices
An Eroding sense of self
This is lacuna thesis

One is to be all
Yet all is to be nothing
While there's no in between

(Am I an enigma?)
(Or something without purpose?)
(Am I an enigma?)
(Or something without purpose?)

Am I just a Solipsist?
Amongst the blank faces
If this were moments of truth
Then anything is my canvass
The ink is mine to own

I'll slather the walls
With words so I can speak
I'll slather the walls
With words so I can speak again

I grew weary
My hands are aching
These self portraits and scriptures
Have Became smeared and lost their meaning
As soon I will be too

One is to be all
Yet all is to be nothing
While there's no in between
(I am Ink Eater)