We become nothing
Except for the faint ringing in your ears
Which is always the start of something

We are the rain that is pounding
Droplets masking their sneers
We become nothing

We are the waves that are crashing
Drowning out all that one hears
Which is always the start of something

We are the darkness that is ever consuming
The only thing that appears
We become nothing

We are the faces of women crying
Distorted by the mascara smears
Which is always the start of something

We are the sun setting
Bringing with it night and all its fears
We become nothing
Which is always the start of something