Undefined

What is this world, what is this we've created
in the burdens of this life i cannot rest
this world means nothing

everything we hold.. will pass away

with a void.. of completion.. comfort will.. ever fade
i long.. for.. this wind.. to ..cease

everything we hold.. will pass away (x2)

everything has been said.

we once held undying devotion
now dead to our thoughts, undefined like our love

everything we hold.. will pass away (x2)