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You fools Do you not see the hopelessness And ambiguity you cling to Serves not but as a segue Into crimes against the world? Holding on, destined to act in the place of a faceless god Holding out, waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road There is nothing Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw There is nothing There is nothing at all A life best served in expectation Is not a life but is a self-imposed indoctrination That buries and leaves behind only ashes and bones A great cessation of thought bringing birth to the era of horrors There is nothing Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw There is nothing There is nothing at all Turning into waste among the serpents of decay Into a poisonous and bloated iteration Letras de cancionesOf a former state of life as defined as the process of dying Past the hands of existence and into the fray Where the carrion crows lay in wait To desiccate bodies desecrated by the torturing of hope Hanging down like the end of a rope Long severed into a well that has long run dry The lies we tell ourselves to survive The lives we leave behind Cancerous, the architecture Method of believing in a symptomatic system [?] human form Ever-swarming, chomping at the bit to propagate A world dilemma fabricated somewhere said to be eternal Where the worms crawl Infernal destiny awaits us all Self-righteous servants Existing as nothing but thralls They all lie and tell themselves "This is how we'll survive." They lie to themselves over all There is nothing Nothing awaits you Your soul is a vacuous maw There is nothing There is nothing at all From Letras Mania