Shallow now at our feet
White, delicate, fake, forever

Encased in glass, hollow inside
This world, standing still.

Everything I know turned to turmoil,
Shaken, displaced by our nature,
This is a consequence of our nature,
Everything to nothing, nothing to nothing,

Encased in glass, hollow inside,
This snow, falling still.

Through desolate destruction I solely walk,
White, delicate, fake, forever