Sing a happy tune/ the void that cries through you/ we live in pictures that become the past./ And now the kingdom comes/ and we are lost and blown/ and I am Master of a nothing place/ with no love to hate./ Is it bright where you are/ now all the people fade/ does it make you happy?/ You're so strange/ And in your darkest hour/ now all the people fade/ we can watch the World devoured in its hate.
