The Empty Throne کے بول

Expansion of the ever increasing universe Thins down imperfect pictures And certainty of the tangible existence Trickles between fingers Entering the center of the point physical reality dies Giving birth to the new order Negating all that has ever been said for good So what we are? Attracted by the gravity of the black hole Veiled by the faith in words Proud of the promised immortality Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination Will ring with countless screams Uniting in a sneer Coming from the empty throne