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The search for meaning, we all partake

This world, is built on fakes

The worst thing I can think, for all of us

Is to die alone, and alone is what I am

No meaning, no goals

And the chaos pursues

No god, no soul

As they try to control you

No meaning, no goals

And the chaos pursues

No god, no soul

I still love you

Days slip by, and the years removed

Our death, is coming soon

Random multiverse, seeking comfort in the sky

We only ask why!

We are the rats, in the cosmic laboratory

But that still makes god, the vivisectionist

[break down]

I can not cope with this emptiness

Your dark eyes ascend thee

If only I could find the one

If only I could hold the sun

If only...

I can not forgive your betrayal, your weakness

Sadness and grief to find

Anguish, disbelief

Great me with a smile

Where's God!

The creator who cares

Still hanging on, with no expectations long

I regret my existence

I dream of the end so near, it seems so clear

And suddenly, I would feel no pain!

No meaning, no goals

And the chaos pursues

No god, no soul

I still love you

We are the rats, in the cosmic laboratory

But that still makes god, the vivisectionist

We are the rats, in the cosmic laboratory