Oh, it's fair to see
in the mirror; it's another day
it's time to return to the shell.
when man is told the end is near,
escape the pain to live with
what we've become
foreseen, is past understanding.
those thousands of dazed eyes
when stand by the window
embrace the selfless sacrifices.
the mind focuses on nothing
but the good morrow.
it's time to return to shell
we know in the sudden blackness,
there hangs nothing
nothing - nothing at all.