Nihil
The Amenta Lyrics

First came the word
At the beginning, there was the word

And that word was nothing
This word represented nothingness

Sounded syllables in boundless thought
Uttering words full of limitless ideas

Is this it? Or all? Or everything
Asking if this is the entirety of existence

A reflection between parallel mirrors?
Wondering if this is an infinite loop of reflections

In a book never written
This idea has never been documented

Seen through a frameless window
It is like observing through a boundary-free opening

Nihil est
Nothingness exists

The opiate of the masses.
Something that numbs and dulls the senses of many people

Diluted and polluted.
Weakened and contaminated

Curls in wisps over vacant idols
The diluted substance drapes over empty, meaningless representations

To stillborn children
To those who are lifeless and never had the chance to live

Mother nature gave birth to husks
The earth produced empty shells that are inferior

That dissolve and decay back to dirt
These husks disintegrate and erode to become part of the ground again

In the melody between notes
Within the harmony but not stated explicitly

In the notes in arrest
In the suspended musical notes

In discord in a cord
In the dissonance present in the chord

In the words between lines
In the meaning implied but never expressed in the lyrics

In the worst of the best
In the least favorable aspect of the optimal scenario

In the dust in the pews
In the particles covering the benches of an abandoned church

Like words of empty praise
Similar to commendations with no substance

Washing over an empty congregation
Filling a room devoid of life from end to end

Like a cancelled play, played out
Like a production that failed, executed to the finish regardless

To a sleeping audience of mannequins
Performed to motionless, life-sized dolls

Like a television flickering
Similar to a TV screen with a failing picture

Static in an empty concrete room
An abandoned, unoccupied space where white noise fills the air

In thoughts so vast nothing is possible
In ideas surpassing the imaginable where even the impossible ceases to exist

When nothing exists everything is always permitted
In a space of nullity, all actions are deemed acceptable

Existence is no great gift
Being alive is not a great treasure

Death is not a beginning
Passing away is not a start of something new

But in nothing it is a rift
However, a gap exists in the absence of everything

Love, Hate in a cold dream
Emotions like affection and anger in a frigid, surreal vision

A cold clockwork circumstance
A heartless, mechanical situation

A random unknown hidden in simple patterns
An anonymous, unfamiliar element that conceals itself in easy-to-understand structures

It's a chalk outline, not a halo
It is a marking of finality, not a symbol of completion

Leave crutches for cripples
Let devices for the disabled stay with those that require them

Leave dependence to drones
Abandon reliance to those who behave mechanically like machines

Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown
Put falsehoods into the crops so that authenticity can grow