كلمات Endless Naught

The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath Inside the pit another one descends And I know I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same No need for dialogue, one word would hurt too much While you’re sinking, I’ll watch a lovely sky, leaving another piece of me behind The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath And we’re it’s bad seeds, so instead of growing flowers we’ll sink It’s pointless, we’re pointless We’re pointless It’s pointless, we’re pointless We’re pointless I’ll surface, but I can’t promise you the same The world made us, and we’re it’s bad seeds So instead of growing flowers, we’ll sink with the ground beneath