Thousand are the words   As I close my eyes    and drown in my little   prayer for nothing      Like dust dissolving in a water    too deep, too cold, too dark   I paint a pale imitation of happiness       With the weak brushes of    passing desires   I portray the thousand pale signs   and the thousand bright years    wasted after the illusion   of a NO MEANING life      While everything disappears   like a child begging for mercy   I close my eyes and save    a last prayer for nothing      Waiting for an end that    never comes.