Nowhere/Catastrophe - Ulver

You fly, or rather float, drift

Through an enormous dark room

A room of noises

Endless shimmering glissandi

Crackling pizzicato

Coal black, turbulence holes of bass drones

But otherwise empty

No planets, no meteorites

If anything, perhaps fine dust clouds of exploded music

You float there, somewhere between pleasure and fear

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In a piece of time you can’t determine

You’re everywhere but in the present

Hey you disappear further and further

Into these incalculable rooms

And your personality fades away

Your features evaporate, your body decomposes

And your last thought is that you have become a noise

A thin, nameless noise among all the others

Howling in the empty dark room

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