Just Blood In Heart

Illusion
Disguising nothingness
Looking beyond the mirror
Overseeing unexistance

Just blood in heart
Misinterpretation of life

Why do we create this dome of falseness?
Why do we feel that we’re something more?
Then when we exhale our last breath
We’re again in our former nothing.

Waiting for you to give it meaning, all again.
Believing that it has always had one,
and always will.
Ignoring the truth beneath your cells.

Under oath of procrastination
Protecting delusion of existance
Thinking of you as a factor
Inside this chance machine

We’re nothing
We’re nothing more
Than a bunch of elements
Deny false consciousness
Rebirth through clearness

Oh, under oath of procrastination!

Illusion
Disguising nothingness
Looking beyond the mirror
Overseeing unexistance

Just blood in heart
Believing delusion of life

We will destroy the dome of falseness
We will assume what we really are
And when I exhale my last breath
I will be nothing, all again.