NO GODS. NO FATE

How much of life is worth it?
How much makes you stay?
Instinct isn't enough now

It was never about the end
It was always the question
Breathing is automatic
Living is not

Silence gets heavier
When the world stops
We build on fragile answers
Call them truth

Every God we create
Turns to dust
Survival is instinct
So why does it hurt?

If we are only flesh
Why do we search?
We are not born just to survive
We are the fire behind the why

Not just a pulse beneath the skin
We are the doubt within
No meaning given from above
We shape it out of dust

We are not here to disappear
We choose to persevere
Call deception hope
Call illusion love

Words filled with meaning
Empty at the core
We worship what we invented
Defend what we can't prove

Truth becomes a weapon
Love becomes a wound
We built our gods from mirrors
We bowed to our reflection

We named it faith
To hide the question
No heaven coming
No fate in stone

If meaning doesn't exist
We carve our own
We are not born just to survive
We are the fire behind the why

Not passing shadows in the night
We choose to fight
No gods to blame
No fate to claim

If life is silent, we speak
If it is empty, we create