There is no point to act If there is no tomorrow In a place of nothing We are all born and raised denied of rights Stuck in a world of easy solutions Simplified and stripped to a frame A blank tape for someone to play Amongst an audience of deaf and the dull Dressed to impress the blind In a universe of dark stars Words like firebombs thrown in masses Just in time to watch the world burn Dream bliss movement through coma Filtered feelings and senseless acts Injected thoughts, predictable future Destroyed bodies come with shattered egos Storm bent trees stripped of leaves Waiting for a spring that never comes Dried up roots aching for water Useless reach for an ever setting sun There is no reason to act For there is no tomorrow In a kingdom of failures Walk through fire just to get drowned Stand up to hear the gospel of damned Soothing hymns for the forsaken An observer on the deck of Mary Celeste And weather is looking fine Delay time to hear the attrition of minds In the market of bad ideas Every soul is a price taker We are all done here, pour salt on the ground