All is lost, black is the world I see To live or to die makes no difference to me The morning brings no hope The day is as dead as the night People are puppets Of resignations magnificent might My mind cries, while beauty turns to dust Everything dies, on gods cruel earth There are no battles left That are worth fighting for I have no spirit left and still they ask for more Im high on self destruction Devoid of joy and satisfaction Oblivious to both virtue and sin Apathy is mine to drown in Enjoy your dreams For tomorrow brings only pain Indulge your whims Most lose, only some gain Existence a rudimentary habit Life an unsurmountable wall No point in bothering with it May death soon join us all
unsurmountable, rudimentary, brings, bothering, resignation