• what is life but you endlessly pursue
    what it is you can truely call you
    you seek the answers with nothing to say
    as we all start to decompose and decay
    as we find answers our mind starts to bleed
    our body and hearts truely conceed
    not liking the answers our minds start to rush
    we keep them with us so quiet, so hush
    we enter a coma of lonlieness ans silence
    and we look to others as a consult of guidance
    unable to face yourself you heart starts to bend
    your time is used up ... so old ... this is the end