Hero or villain, the main character of course
But what do we do, when we learn, we are nothing
We look at everything we ourselves do, so so critical
We think everyone notices, judging without remorse
Head wounds and hearts bleeding, blood gushing
But we are nothing special
We are simply alive
Members of the hive
Nothing special, not leaders, not even workers
Certainly not the queen, just drones
We are nothing but ants milling about one of a trillion hills
With lives that are boring and utterly unfulfilled
We want to believe that we matter
But our chances were shattered
Long ago
Only in the daily moments
Can we hope to do any single thing
