in this small , narrow world , we just want to live modestly and quietly , but we can't .

watching my leaving brethren , i hear the footsteps of ruin . . .

eventually , everything will come to nothing and merely kneel before impermanence .

form is emptiness . emptiness is form . form does not differ from emptiness . emptiness does not differ from form .

when the world descends into ruin , we'll sing a gentle song .

no matter how hellish this place becomes , our living radiance shall never cease .

in our dying moments , we'll gently hum our song to you .

we were playing for keeps , but we both knew the cost — now the only way out's in your heart - shaped box .

and i hate that i made you the enemy . and i hate that your heart was the casualty .

now i hate that i need you .

and i hope that i sing through your memory , as we echo through time in the melody .

and i hope that we meet in another life .

DARKNESS ENDLESS DESPAIR FEAR NO MORE

COLDNESS BLACKENED NO SOUND FEEL NO PAIN

CAPTURED HELPLESS ULTIMATE DREADFUL FATE

LOST DESTINY FAR OUTCRY THEY HEAR YOU FEAR NO MORE

NUMB FEELING WHOLE DIZZINESS DEEP SCARS FEEL NO PAIN

NO SANITY BODY ACHING CONTROL YOUR DREADFUL FATE

INVISIBLE REAL ENEMY RUIN YOUR MIND FALLING DEEP DOWN

POOR LITTLE HOUND OF BLOOD AND RANK , WHO DESERVES EVERY OUNCE OF WHAT'S COMING .