No meaning, no truth Just here to avoid despair No prospect, no use We can just end it here In death we are denied our context Pointless are your little moral whims Your plans to change everything are made in vain In time they will return to their natural state In death we are denied our context Pointless are your little moral whims In life we don't give a single thing Brief passing from the eternal void There is simply silence Utter and absolute A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence Man is garbage Man is garbage