There Could Be Nothing After This

In the end we tend to think of how it began I could never explain the picture it painted, and how it made me feel Now the ceiling is in motion The light centered and overlooked You want to see me disappear? Well, so do I Such a quiet evaporation We're nothing but hollow vessels in search of what makes us alive I never said this was my revolution when you looked me in the eye Oh, how I've walked this white line so many times before What a feeble attempt just to feel alive This is for you and your hopeless case You never would leave me in your wish to fail every time Every time I try So talk about it At least it makes you feel something inside Who have I become Oh God, everything all around me is crumbling at my feet I stare so delicate and ashamed At the shelf I've shed myself from In the eyes of my ghost And I will never look back again