Life and lies
We live, we lie
Breaths and tries
We breathe, we try
Sweat and cries
We sweat, we cry
Love and death
We love, we die
The gift of our mortality is the curse of our existence
Only chaos and banality fit the ground underneath us
Don't talk to me about morality, you moronic marauder of souls
You bring hope and disorder but there's nowhere to go
Death comes barreling toward you
But there's no way it slows
Plenty of company for you
But nobody you know
Blackness comes to the door
Coming to swallow you whole
And you know you're alone