More of Nothing

I'm on my way into the darkest of all times

I lead the way without a soul, out of my mind

Now here we are, off to see the dead

The road is glorified, volatile, meant for none to tread

There is more of nothing where the buried died

From overdoses of the Devil's wine

We search for something we'll never find

Temperance of the soul, forbearance of the mind

I'll-I'll find the way out of the void, out of the wild

No more to take, no more to gain, a world defiled

The echo cries, drowning out itself

It's a perpetual ritual coming to an end

There is more of nothing where the buried died

From overdoses of the Devil's wine

We search for something we'll never find

Temperance of the soul, forbearance of the mind