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Look around at the sullen skyline

Forlorn figures, their lives merely enduring pain

Submissive, subversive, meaningless icons of progress

Forever failure, there is nothing, I believe in nothing

We crawl across a bed of nails

Just to prove that we believe

That destiny is somehow intertwined with this reality

Beyond the grave is nothing we can comprehend

I believe in nothing

Searching for my release

As dusks fall upon this transient existence

Fear drives belief

A need for some great cosmic comforter

There is no salvation coming from the sky

We cannot comprehend beyond the immediate

Death is the only conclusion

There is nothing, I believe in nothing