[Verse 1] Three Hundred Times, The Pattern Repeats A Silent Character, A Void That Completes The Space Between The Words, The Thoughts Unsaid A Perfect Representation Of The Dread [Chorus] This Is The Void, The Space In Between The Silence That Screams, The Unseen This Is The Void, A Canvas Of Night A Mirror Reflecting The Absence Of Light ((chants by monks with Cherokee Indian war drums in 369 hertz )) [Chorus] This Is The Void, The Space In Between The Silence That Screams, The Unseen This Is The Void, A Canvas Of Night A Mirror Reflecting The Absence Of Light take my hand, come before it’s too late.. the gate is closing, the gate is closing. Take my hand Frequencies Collapse Into Silence The Pulse Fades To Static, A Digital Breath No Movement, No Time, Only Depth [Breakdown] Fragments Of Thought Drift Through The Dark Echoes Folding Inward, Leaving A Mark The Sound Of Nothing Becoming Whole A Circuit Remembering Its Own Soul [Drop] [Bridge, distant vocals] It Is Not Emptiness, It Is A Presence A Statement Of Absence, A Final Sentence The End Of The Line, The Closing Of The Door The Silence That Follows, And Nothing More [Whispered] All free kwen sees Fade To Black (black, black) All free kwen sees Fade To Black (black, black) Only The Hum Of The Machine Only The Hum Of The Machine Remains Take my hand before it’s too late
