nihilist blues

I've been climbing up the walls

To escape the sinking feeling

But I can't hide from the nihilist at my door

Buried in the basement floor

Didn't know what I had planted

It blossomed with all the heart of a cold war

I'm a spirit in a tomb

Won't somebody raise the roof

I'm going white, I'm going black, I'm going blue

Do you mind if I'm exhumed?

I'm the ashes in the plume

I'm a beggar in the ruin

I'm peaking out, I'm burning up, I'm shooting through

I'm only lonely for the true

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

Sink to the floor, I sink to the floor

I sink to the floor

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

You were in my dream last night

But your face was someone else's

A twitch in my spine, a mutual disorder

Isolation neophyte

Too afraid to taste your conscience

You march in the dark, little lamb to the slaughter

I'm a spirit in a tomb

Won't somebody raise the roof

I'm going white, I'm going black, I'm going blue

Do you mind if I'm exhumed?

I'm the ashes in the plume

I'm a beggar in the ruin

I'm peaking out, I'm burning up, I'm shooting through

I'm only lonely for the true

Paradise is in my soul

And I'm terrified I can't get out

I'm lost in a labyrinth

We are lost in a labyrinth

Please don't follow

Paradise is in my soul

And I'm terrified I can't get out

I'm lost in a labyrinth

We are lost in a labyrinth

Please don't follow

I've been climbing up the walls

To escape the sinking feeling

But I can't hide from the nihilist at my door

Bring Me the Horizon - nihilist blues

/ It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us. /

The only thing in 'amo' I completely mesmerazed with. I lost in this song and don't want to find the exit, I want to reach the heart of it. So dark, so cold, so desolated and so incredible. And in this lines I see the person you once were, so profound and deeply beloved.

I'm so in love with Grimes's voice... Silent, like the whisper of faded leaves in the wind, gentle, like a light breeze, mysterious and alluring, like the beauteous singing of sirens, cold and inaccessible, like distant stars...