The Great Below
Staring at the sea, will she come?
Is there hope for me after all is said and done?
Anything at any price, all of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life, all of this for you.
All the world has closed her eyes, tired faith all worn and thin.
For all we could have done and all that could have been.
Ocean pulls me close and whispers in my ear.
The destiny I've chose, all becoming clear.
The currents have their say, the time is drawing near.
Washes me away, makes me disappear.
And I descend from grace in arms of undertow.
I will take my place in the great below.
-- Trent Reznor
© 1998-2005
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The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses Size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The father: No one knows.