Existence

Waking up at the crack in the ceiling
I find my friends up there, in the dark
In my head, so jump inside to find
The meaning of your existence

A condensed explanation of misery
Not nearly enough time to tell bloody tales
Rather live it yourself than be told how it is
So much more fun that way

Always remember to shoot first, never ask questions
For the truth is much too dark to be known
Just cut up your morals like paper, throw them into the trash
And light them on fire to keep warm as the battle rages on

An ivory tower stained from the passing of time
Is such a perfect position to examine history
To question your reasoning for the killing
Of all those magic moments, such a pointless waste

Fury is a boundless creature, a force of habit
That we must all live with until we meet the ground
Let it coincide with your quest to find the resolution
To the voices screaming death in your head

To believe change is possible is a dark joke
Has always been this way, will always be this way
Fight it, and the men in white coats will scoop you up
And throw you into a padded cell for an eternity and a half

Birth is the starting point for the draining of life
When fresh eyes see the world for the first time
They begin to cry and wail, and plead to retreat
For it isn’t as wonderful as they were told it’d be

You can’t break away from the decay even for a second
No point in hiding in your home, waiting for the storm to pass
Because the decay sticks, and the storm is within you
Tearing you apart every single waking moment

But at least what we make with our own broken hands
Kills us just a bit faster than cruel Mother Nature
Faster than whatever god you believe in
We can rest soundly tonight with that thought in our minds

This has been a brief insight in the living death
A world made to punish us for the past’s mistakes
My friends are calling for me, I must fade now
Hopefully, your meaning is clearer than ever