Zero
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Deliverance and paradise slip through the hole in your head.
Your mental state which could have led to peace or happiness is now gone, and can't be retrieved.

Your tranquillity is touching.
You were once calm and serene, now you're remembered for it.

You are perfect; -dead.
Though your life has ended, you've never been better looking or felt more perfect.

The outmost cleanliness unstained by the sin of your soul.
Though alive, your soul was so pure and perfect, no trace of sin could ever find its way to it.

You face seems at rest, unworried, your skin so fresh and cold.
Your face and skin remain calm and unaffected by the ever-changing world.

The pumping rain fades the word, the winter fades the bullet's kiss.
Even nature eventually fades away, taking everything else down with it.

A perfect is loud but unheard; only for me, only I see this.
Everyone may see perfection, but only the singer can hear its unsettling silence.

Snowflakes gather themselves on your coagulated fluids;
Snow falls onto your stiffening corpse, barely melting on the coagulated blood.

for once they don't melt; you're holy now; a druid.
The snow remains icy, as if respecting the holiness of the druid-like figure you represent.

Again you intertwine with the world, once again you're home.
Even in death, your body eventually becomes one with the earth once more.

You're alive, undying, golden, you're gilded. You are chrome.
Though you've passed away, your body is marbled with an imperishable 'gold-like' substance, now with a metallic and reflective sheen.

Zero, and the end is near. You know I will meet you there.
Death is inevitable, but the artist plans to follow and meet you to eternal sleep.

Every number is rotting. The great Lorentz' attractor as well shall end in nothing.
Everything, including the great Lorentz' attractor, must come to an end.

What ran down your face like a UPC grew umbra and dark in the wind.
Tears streaming down your face become dark and distorted as the wind whips them away.

Only this way can you be complete; red down your face in thicks and thins.
Only in death can you finally rest in peace, and only then with a reddened face that illustrates your vulnerability.

I see the galaxy, the universe unfold; confessions from a god's death bed.
From the artist's perspective, as life flows into death, they see the universe's beauty and a god's death-bed confessions.

Red dwarves and white blood cells grow cold oozing from the red black hole in your head.
As your life source slowly disappears, you feel a chill, while a trickle of bloody fluids seeps from your black hole of a head.

And the warm wet circle ends in nothing, I will meet you there.
You return to absolute nothingness, and the singer will eventually join.

The only number that isn't rotting; Zero, the ending is near.
Besides zero, everything else is temporary and decaying as the end approaches.

Zero, the ending is near, I will meet you there.
The end is coming, and the artist promises to meet you there.

It ends; -nothing. –Nothing, still rotting. Zero
Ultimately, everything we know and experience ends in nothingness, with nothing left behind, not even decay or rotting. Zero represents this perfect harmony, an eternity of blissful non-existence.

(Now)
This signifies the finality of the situation, the seamless state of nothingness that has no room for anything else.