A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
Heavy is the rain that falls
For now is the fight
Light the way for that which
You feel is right
Make the way through your war
And you will ever feel
The negligence in genocide
For the horror is real!
A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
The bodies laying up and down
The shores of the sea
Murdered by your hand
As you "fight to be free"
Tell me then for what is
The price of a life?
Countless pawns in the needless
Wars and strife
A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
When you lay in your bed
Your old age of life
Will you count the souls that you've
Slain in pointless strife?
A wonder I often
Choose to ignore
How does one deal with the
Immense blood and gore?
An ashen grave where once did play
The children of yesterday
To gaze again and see in sin
Where it all was once to begin
So question me and let them see
What you hope to finally free
Or don't you dare it's everywhere
Pestilence is in the air
The artistry is meant to be
More than what we'll ever see
For as in pain there shall remain
All of that in a broken plane
Meaning naught it's but a thought
In this we traded and bought
We live to add it's all too sad
I am not the one who is mad
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A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
Heavy is the rain that falls
For now is the fight
Light the way for that which
You feel is right
Make the way through your war
And you will ever feel
The negligence in genocide
For the horror is real!
A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
The bodies laying up and down
The shores of the sea
Murdered by your hand
As you "fight to be free"
Tell me then for what is
The price of a life?
Countless pawns in the needless
Wars and strife
A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
When you lay in your bed
Your old age of life
Will you count the souls that you've
Slain in pointless strife?
A wonder I often
Choose to ignore
How does one deal with the
Immense blood and gore?
An ashen grave where once did play
The children of yesterday
To gaze again and see in sin
Where it all was once to begin
So question me and let them see
What you hope to finally free
Or don't you dare it's everywhere
Pestilence is in the air
The artistry is meant to be
More than what we'll ever see
For as in pain there shall remain
All of that in a broken plane
Meaning naught it's but a thought
In this we traded and bought
We live to add it's all too sad
I am not the one who is mad
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
Heavy is the rain that falls
For now is the fight
Light the way for that which
You feel is right
Make the way through your war
And you will ever feel
The negligence in genocide
For the horror is real!
A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
The bodies laying up and down
The shores of the sea
Murdered by your hand
As you "fight to be free"
Tell me then for what is
The price of a life?
Countless pawns in the needless
Wars and strife
A meaning in life?
There is not one
Not if you fill it with
Trinkets come and gone
Deliver in life
That which you get
Never surrender
Never forget
When you lay in your bed
Your old age of life
Will you count the souls that you've
Slain in pointless strife?
A wonder I often
Choose to ignore
How does one deal with the
Immense blood and gore?
An ashen grave where once did play
The children of yesterday
To gaze again and see in sin
Where it all was once to begin
So question me and let them see
What you hope to finally free
Or don't you dare it's everywhere
Pestilence is in the air
The artistry is meant to be
More than what we'll ever see
For as in pain there shall remain
All of that in a broken plane
Meaning naught it's but a thought
In this we traded and bought
We live to add it's all too sad
I am not the one who is mad
Writer: Elliott Sparks
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