I waited for you to call
there's nothing that I could do
there's no way to reach you

I hope you have succeeded
I hope you've made your peace
there was nothing left in this space for you
there's nothing left for you

the mystics have repeated,
the sages spoke their piece:
there's nothing inside this space that's you
there's nothing inside you
no force of god
or fancy stuff
just lots of guts
and sticky blood
no wind that blows
your heart to light
just lungs that breathe
and teeth that bite
no sweet return
of endless you
just hands for gloves
and feet for shoes
a brain for thoughts
a body to hold
but most of all
no soul
no soul
no soul
no soul

Heads up, I want to see everything in front of me
if it's true that life's a dream
I never want to wake again

There's nothing that I could do
There is nothing that I could do

so please,
don't you feel uneasy
you shall remain asleep
there's nothing inside this space that's you
there's nothing inside you

Heads up, I want to see everything in front of me
if it's true that life's a dream
I never want to wake again