Текст песни Out Of Nothing

Make enemies of truth and reason In that a rage is born Start out a promise and a venture Where direction was never the goal How does it feel to run out of nothing? Where do you go when you run out? Never you mind the grand perspective Other forces kept at bay As you narrow the field of vision To retain a sense of purpose around which you base your faith The doubt that haunts your skin An itch that will linger on forever Wave off critique as an offender Never question where your motives lie As a part of the greatest fable The beast all had forgotten Instincts in a dead end rampage Destruction as a saving grace