Apastron - Forty-Two Lyrics

We're slowly ceasing to exist
Spending every single moment lost in distress
A thin line holding us from our extinction
What makes us think it is our decision

Stranded upon unstable ground
A presence so vile
Rotten in and out
The darkest recess
Of my expanding mind
Like a window to the void
Of certain demise

Let's get down to the matter at hand
No life will last to stand a chance
This existence is without purpose
What is hope worth when hope is worthless

And we're standing on the edge of an uncertain future
Blinded by the unknown
With no regard for anyone but ourselves
And no one else to blame
Surrealist mentality running rapid
In our modern day and age

Stranded upon unstable ground
A presence so vile
Rotten in and out
The darkest recess
Of my expanding mind
Like a window to the void
Of certain demise

Let's get down to the matter at hand
No life will last to stand a chance
This existence is without purpose
What is hope worth when hope is worthless

We're slowly ceasing to exist
Spending every single moment lost in distress
A thin line holding us from our extinction
What makes us think it is our decision

Now let's get to the matter at hand
Savor this moment
Nothing ever lasts
This is existence
Without purpose
What is hope worth
When hope is worthless