The Dopamine Void, Pt. II

You fools
 Do you not see the hopelessness
 And ambiguity you cling to
 Serves not but as a segue
 Into crimes against the world?
 Holding on, destined to act in the place of a faceless god
 Holding out, waiting for great reward at the end of an endless road
 There is nothing
 Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw
 There is nothing
 There is nothing at all
 A life best served in expectation
 Is not a life but is a self-imposed indoctrination
 That buries and leaves behind only ashes and bonеs
 A great cessation of thought bringing birth to the еra of horrors
 There is nothing
 Nothing awaits us with arms as a vacuous maw
 There is nothing
 There is nothing at all
 Turning into waste among the serpents of decay
 Into a poisonous and bloated iteration
 Of a former state of life as defined as the process of dying
 Past the hands of existence and into the fray
 Where the carrion crows lay in wait
 To desiccate bodies desecrated by the torturing of hope
 Hanging down like the end of a rope
 Long severed into a well that has long run dry
 The lies we tell ourselves to survive
 The lives we leave behind
 Cancerous, the architecture
 Method of believing in a symptomatic system [?] human form
 Ever-swarming, chomping at the bit to propagate
 A world dilemma fabricated somewhere said to be eternal
 Where the worms crawl
 Infernal destiny awaits us all
 Self-righteous servants
 Existing as nothing but thralls
 They all lie and tell themselves
 "This is how we'll survive."
 They lie to themselves over all
 There is nothing
 Nothing awaits you
 Your soul is a vacuous maw
 There is nothing
 There is nothing at all