Texty: Project Pitchfork. Our Destiny.

since you've gone
I lost my hope
I miss you
I miss you
without you
existence is
pointless here
weird plans of a
omnipresent machine
the sky is black
in that sphere

in the hall of souls
that's where I am
they tell me the way
I'll follow you
born into darkness
born into senselessness
born into chaos
but I`ll find you