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First came the word. And that word was nothingSoundless syllables in boundless thought.Is this it ? Or all ? Or everythingA reflection between parallel mirrors ?In a book never writtenSeen through a frameless windowNihil Est.The opiate of the masses.Diluted and polluted.Curls in wisps over vacant idolsTo stillborn childrenMother nature gave birth to husksThat dissolve and decay back to dirtIn the melody between notesIn the notes in arrestIn discord in a chordNihil estIn the words between linesIn the worst of the bestIn the dust in the pewsNihil EstLike words of empty praiseSongtexteWashing over an empty congregationLike a cancelled play, played outTo a sleeping audience of mannequinsLike a television flickering Static in an empty concrete roomIn thoughts so vast nothing is possibleWhen nothing exists everything is always permittedExistence is no great giftDeath is not a beginningBut in nothing it is a riftLove, Hate in a cold dreamA cold clockwork circumstanceA random unknown hidden in simple patternsIt's a chalk outline, not a haloLeave crutches for cripplesLeave dependence to dronesLies to the harvest for truth to be sownIn the melody between notesIn the notes in arrestIn discord in a chordNihil estIn the words between linesIn the worst of the bestIn the dust in the pewsNihil Est Aus Songtexte Mania