O N Y X

Unassuming truths become remedial for shades of devotion,
I know, since my soul is on display for nothing but scrutiny
Stare in my direction and catch a glimpse of who I’m becoming
While the world loses its colour by the rain
I’m finding myself to be completely desaturated, adhering to pointless endeavors
I’m finding myself to be completely desaturated, adhering to pointless endeavors
I am wandering, I’m not following
(I am wandering)
I am wandering never following
I am wandering, I am not following
My thoughts are perpetuating into an infinite sequence, and in turn I’m unable
to utter a single word with confidence
I’m losing passion, lacking feeling
Fading colours, from a deep red to a dismal grey
I am everyone, yet no one at the same time
I passage through channels toward my own lifetime, recognizing I’ll never be
conscious again
My eternity resembles a single instant
Dwelling in all regions and leaving no imprint
I’m in touch with infinity and visionless
(The visionless)
Unassuming truths become remedial for shades of devotion
I know, since my soul is on display for nothing but scrutiny
My thoughts are perpetuating into an infinite sequence, and in turn I’m unable
to utter a single word
I’m losing confidence
I’m losing passion, lacking feeling
Fading colours