(Death comes for every man...)
Delusional ants on an overcrowded hill
Struggling on, like the surronding mirroring ghosts
Runing in circles
Confined by the patterns
But who is to judge a change of direction?
We're all actors... but no one is watching our
No notes to be compared ot the end of the road
No winner will be crowned,
No champion selected
All honour soon forgotten in the everlasting show
All sings of existence... erased
-Am I going to die?
-Yes... How does thah make
- I feel nothing....
Dont wait up for salvation
Cause there's no purpose in life
No pearly gates on the other side
There's no purpose in life
No how - crowned majesty
To bless you for your sins
To die - to leave this place behind
Means nothing in the end...
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