The Dopamine Void, Pt. II

(álbum: DAMNUM - 2022)

You fools
Do you not see the hopelessness
And ambiguity you cling to
Serves not but as a segue
Into crimes against the world?

Holding on, destined to act in the place of a faceless god
Holding out, waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road

There is nothing
Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw
There is nothing
There is nothing at all

A life best served in expectation
Is not a life but is a self-imposed indoctrination
That buries and leaves behind only ashes and bones
A great cessation of thought bringing birth to the era of horrors

There is nothing
Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw
There is nothing
There is nothing at all

Turning into waste among the serpents of decay
Into a poisonous and bloated iteration
Of a former state of life as defined as the process of dying
Past the hands of existence and into the fray
Where the carrion crows lay in wait
To desiccate bodies desecrated by the torturing of hope
Hanging down like the end of a rope
Long severed into a well that has long run dry
The lies we tell ourselves to survive
The lives we leave behind

Cancerous, the architecture
Method of believing in a symptomatic system [?] human form
Ever-swarming, chomping at the bit to propagate
A world dilemma fabricated somewhere said to be eternal
Where the worms crawl
Infernal destiny awaits us all
Self-righteous servants
Existing as nothing but thralls

They all lie and tell themselves
"This is how we'll survive."
They lie to themselves over all

There is nothing
Nothing awaits you
Your soul is a vacuous maw
There is nothing
There is nothing at all