we're all the same doesn't matter you are.
we're all to blame.
who do you think got us this far?
we're a species of self-destructive meat sacks
persuaded we're immortals, pseudo gods made out of wax.
but i know, i know who you are.
we either die sad or in denial
we either live peacefully or suicidal
we either keep ourselves busy with a distraction
or abandon our souls to destruction
we either leave early on, forever an saint
or too late letting our innocence faint
look back on your life, how are you doing so far?
changing things? sure, go ahead i'm watching
i've already checked all the exits
there's no escaping, no running
morals don't exists, there's no ethics.
we're all trapped in here, believing in higher powers,
forever avoiding the elephant in the room, as if time was ours
soon we approach death, and, in our final conscient thought
we see the annihilation of everything for which we fought.
there's no meaning, no greater good
we're just organisms, waiting to become food
one extra step into the inevitable heat death of the universe
now, shut up and get in the hearse.