Cheer me up with your disintegration
And wander on into the Veil of Life
The needs of many are the seeds of tension
Growing fast until you burn the hive
Time is short when you discard the junctions
Adapted answers when they ask you why
Break it through for it's a strange condition
It strangleholds you 'til the day you die
What's the point of being here?
When all is lost and nothing's near
If all that's bright has turned to black
Fading out of what once shined before
Demise of Art does nonetheless
Revise our views on consciousness at all
Ominous, but fooled before
And wander on into the Veil of Life
The needs of many are the seeds of tension
Growing fast until you burn the hive
Time is short when you discard the junctions
Adapted answers when they ask you why
Break it through for it's a strange condition
It strangleholds you 'til the day you die
What's the point of being here?
When all is lost and nothing's near
If all that's bright has turned to black
Fading out of what once shined before
Demise of Art does nonetheless
Revise our views on consciousness at all
Ominous, but fooled before