Fine Game of Nil Video (MV)

Maybe if I fill my brain
With too much colour to contain
Maybe then, if only then
Drenched by stimulating rain
I won't have to notice
I've been in pain

I'm just not ready to face
What lies within empty space
Avoid the sense of foreboding
Through overstimulating

This is the fine game of nil
What is it I even feel
This is the fine game of nil
I'm not living in the real

At the base of my spinal cord
Something cursed does arise
Crawling upwards to my skull
Not quite making it into my sight
Though I can halt the rising
It still lurks behind my throat
Compression and pressure building
A countdown 'til I explode

I'm just not ready to face
What lies within empty space
Avoid the sense of foreboding
Through overstimulating

This is the fine game of nil
What is it I even feel
This is the fine game of nil
I'm not living in the real

All of the time I'm so busy that I never know what time it is
Not busy with nothing important just occupied by my distractions
If you'd asked me years ago i'd never guess that id have to be dealing with this
Switch of the light i'll fade into the night so I gotta keep doing business

I don't know how to face
The vacuum of empty space
Ooh
Am I living in the real, oh