Entropy کے بول

We are waiting for the end of this abstract reality the light no longer shines from your eyes and the words that fall from your mouth slowly evaporate I'm falling through I'm falling through my mind I can hear you call my name through my descending dreams and I recall a world just like this where we lay hiding beneath a grey steel sky Holding the entropy of those moments passing away Now that you have gone to a world where nothing exists I hold your image I hold your image Silence is the language you speak to me