In a midst of life's burning sacrifices, we are offered up
For nothing we will survive, for nothing of any reward
Only promises of the unknown and dreams of paradise
There were prophets but beneath the industrial scream
I hear nothing not my own voice, nor inside my mind
All we have is now, and bare little of that, dying inside
Desires and lust emptied, the future is drained of hope
What is there to decide, when flesh dominates a soul?
Is there no more than this, does life not offer more?
I've bled black my entire life, my emptiness a core
I do not suffer want, I just need to know and I don't
And if there is nothing to live for, why am I here?
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