Nothing But the Whole

She thrives on shadow, crawls under the city roofs Penetrates colours and fragments The walls of regret What am I? A bloody cursed snake? No, the fault you moron... She preys her own hand, a hand blessing your nights. The one you don't fear but is scratching, itching your soul So tell me what am I? A strange animal is a man in front of a mirror Even stranger is the man who observes that man So where is the fault? And why must we drink and jump on the cycle Why do questions cherish such answers? Because... And here is the answer, for whole, life and death I will not march in paradise, but you will sink with me We will swim just as mermaids... Will we? We will sink and sink only, and you will sync with me So tell me! Who am I? I'm the question, the zero praised and forgotten It's god that is truth, well we're still waiting for a sign Zero praised and forgotten The bloody cursed snake is now biting its own tail... The whole joins the nothing for the course to be sick Zero praised and forgotten