Life is measured in time, before it eventually slips
Like the fading last light of a permanent eclipse
As dusk turns to dark the shadows grow deeper
Past the last place of the unconscious lost sleeper
It was physically formed and then linearly aligned
But soon to be nowhere, like the passing of time
And nowhere is no place, there's nothing to share
It's not another dimension of a theory or prayer
Life slips away easily in the void of the sense-less
Into a vortex beyond any 'imaginable' consensus
Not a depth or a length from an invisible surface
Not any kind of space for an impossible purpose
It's not simple or complex, obvious or labyrinthian
It's the eternal white hole of the soul, it's: Oblivion
Purgatory's a state and it's not the perdition of Hell
Or even the sense of free falling into an infinite well
It's 'never' forever, it's an untouchable entity
Without any inkling of a perceptible identity
Life slips away constantly off an improbable edge
Into the silence of a non-place of colourless dread
It's an unseeable lightfall of inaudible sounds
And with nothing to feel, in nothing it drowns
In a crystal clear sea of a primordial formation
Far from the concept of any sentient creation
And without the imaginary line of a meridian
There is nothing at all, there is only: Oblivion
It's always for-never, it's deeper than sleep
Where everything goes the shadows can't creep
Heaven has gone and there're no angels or reaper
And no way back to find a conscious lost sleeper
Time can't elapse, therefore time has never passed
And when nothing exists the boundless is amassed
There was never a 'now', there'll never be a 'when'
For what's slipped away before will slip away again
Until every last trace of even an aura's relinquished
For in the untouchable dark every star is extinguished
When genesis is void there's just an infinity surplus
The desolate non-space of an impossible purpose
And when all has passed in a corporeal dominion
There's nothing to imagine, for all is: Oblivion...
So imagine it now, a picture in the eye of your mind
Perhaps an empty white space is the image you'll find
Imagine the nothingness of the untouchable entity
The unavoidable concept of your subliminal enmity
For beyond light is the night, a darkness like obsidian
And it's waiting for you, but it's nowhere, it's: Oblivion
