Origin

There is neither a meaning nor An endgame
And no gods above to blame

Trying to stop history repeat Itself
At least we think we are willing
Empires still rise and fall
Still blood, gore and killing
Bookshelves filled with wisdom
Who takes time to explore?
Even the unhappy few who Understand
Are afraid to take the Consequence

The origin of your species
Incites a circle of death
Hang on to your karma thesis
Until your last fucking breath

There is neither a meaning nor An endgame
And no gods above to blame

The meaning of life is just a Concept for the weak
Why should randomness equal Purpose?
No straight line ever formed a Circle
No path to follow
Live free, die slow, lean back, Just enjoy the show

The origin of your species
Incites a circle of death
Hang on to your karma thesis
Until your last fucking breath

Nothing ever begins
Humanity's dust in the universe
And you're a little grain within
Trail of death
Completely morbid
Mankind's legacy
Dirt floating in orbit



Credits
Writer(s): Valeska Kornmann
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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