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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 - waiing 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
of 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 dessicate 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.

Cancerous, the achitecture -
method of believing in a symptomatic
ever-swarming, choming 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.

[Guitar solo 1: Michael]
[Guitar solo 2: Greg]
[Guitar solo 3: Michael]

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