Different Stories

The truth hit us slow, while you wonder how the sky maintain blue
White birds coloured in black, a damn true fact that will follow this way through

This is more to loose than necessary, so it’ll make you either swim or drown
We’re the self destructive, and won’t ever make it back by climbing it this way

When you stand ground up against the shadow of yourself
Hey you! Watch the sky – the stars are fading

The truth hit us slow, you wonder why the sky maintain blue
You’ve tried hard to destroy, and now you are getting there

If I could tell you the true meaning of nothing,
What could we know, that isn’t left behind from before?
If I could tell you the true meaning of everything
What would we know that isn’t worn out now?