Delusional ants on an overcrowded hill
Blinded by hope and illusion of purpose
Struggling on like the surrounding mirroring ghost
Running 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 be compared 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...
- Am 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...