Delusional ants on an overcrowded hill
Blinded by hope and illusion of purpose [bad word] on like the surrounding mirroring [bad word] in circles
Confined by the patterns
But who is to judge a change of direction?
Were all actors... but no one is watching our performance
No Salvation
No clamnation
No judgements
Only speculations
No notes to [bad word] at the end of the road
No winner will be crowned, no champion selected
All honour soon forgotten in everlasting show
All signs of existance... erased...
- I going to die?
- Yes... How does that make you feel?
- I feel nothing...
Don't wait up for salvation
Course there's no purpose in life
No pearly gates on the other side
There's no purpose in life
No horn-crowned majesty
To bless you for your sins
To die - to leave this place behind
Means nothing in the end...