A Serpent's Hand - The Nothingness

You form a line for the broken hearted
Capturing their innocence
Your insolence only growing stronger
Feeding on their emptiness

What's left
Is nothing more than
Existential questions for us
We can't
Save them from which they were led to
By the nothingness

Delivered
To the underworld
No heaven above
Or hell below

The spirits
Are left to roam
Nowhere to run
Or home to go

What's left
Is nothing more than
Existential questions for us
We can't
Save them from which they were led to
By the nothingness

You broke them down
Until they were nothing
All to be some
Higher being
You filled this garden
With these graves
All to be a higher being

What's left
Is nothing more than
Existential questions for us
We can't
Save them from which they were led to
By the nothingness

What fuels you
What drives you
What must you do to fill your goal
What fuels you
What drives you
You will do anything to grow