Futile attempts
To crack beneath the pain
For life is nothing but a beggar's wait
Meant to appease
The horrors of the nous
My anhedonic state
God is dead and not before us
I am dead
Casting stones at other mortals
I am dead
This despair: gives me meaning
These false idols: are illusions
Cling to nothing: all is fleeting
Icons of our: grand delusion
We are forsaken, but despite all, I hope to see you on the other side
And having stared death in the face, we'll all be lost and forlorn
I am dead, left on my own
Father, you are dead
This despair: gives me meaning
These false idols: are illusions
Cling to nothing: all is fleeting
Icons of our: grand delusion