Words of the Constant
A futile attempt to battle the darkness.
Stability is an illusion.
Stability is an illusion.
Stability is an illusion.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
A reminder of how much joy I don't feel.
(sigh) I know how you feel.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Stability is an illusion.
It will be here long after I'm gone.
It will be here long after I'm gone.
It taps into the darkness of this world.
I wish for the end to be quick.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Games are pointless.
Can I put my worries in there?
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Ornamentation is pointless.
Could it cleave my heart in two?
Black, like my heart.
Dramatic apparel is pointless.
Sentiment is pointless.
It reflects the darkness in my heart.
It doesn't work.
Instruments of death.
No amount of decoration will brighten my life.
Smoking hastens death.
Information is pointless.
He'll die soon too.
Decoration is pointless.
Stability is an illusion.
Stability is an illusion.