Ancestral (Us)
Текст песни Isolation Ii

I've lost all hope.
There is not a thought left for me to be restrained by;
Nothing exists.

The fact or state of existing, or of being actual is a facade.
Life; the period during which someone or something exists is a made up fabrication.

I am not here and nor are you.
Quite frankly, I do not care if either of us really are.
There was once a time that I did,
But that insignificant moment has passed just as any other significant memory fades