Nothing

Antubel

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We are nothing
We are nothing
We are nothing
Nothing, nothing…

To fight, to climb, for what?
Why?
Will someone remember us?
Will someone visit my grave?

No….

Existence, life
Mean nothing in my world of shadows
A world created in true opposition
To the sick decadence
that surrounds me
I'm fed up of breathing
Foolishness and idiocy

I'm suffering the iniquity
Of your depravity
A decadent self-destructive society
Creating lies that are our chains
To your morality
Forcing to think
That there's a reason
For all this nothingness

Existence, life
Mean nothing in my world of shadows
A world created in true opposition
To the sick decadence
that surrounds me
I'm fed up of breathing
Foolishness and idiocy