Place of Nothing

There is no point to act
 If there is no tomorrow
 In a place of nothing
 We are all born and raised, denied of rights
 Stuck in a world of easy solutions
 Simplified and stripped to a frame
 A blank tape for someone to play
 Amongst an audience of deaf and the dull
 Dressed to impress the blind
 In a universe of dark stars
 Words like firebombs thrown in masses
 Just in time to watch the world burn
 Dream bliss movement through coma
 Filtered feelings and senseless acts
 Injected thoughts, predictable future
 Destroyed bodies come with shattered egos
 Storm bent trees stripped of leaves
 Waiting for a spring that never comes
 Dried up roots aching for water
 Useless reach for an ever setting sun
 There is no reason to act
 For there is no tomorrow
 In a kingdom of failures
 Walk through fire, just to get drowned
 Stand up to hear the gospel of damned
 Soothing hymns for the forsaken
 An observer on the deck of Mary Celeste
 And weather is looking fine
 Delay time to hear the attrition of minds
 In the market of bad ideas
 Every soul is a price taker
 We are all done here, pour salt on the ground
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 Dream bliss movement through coma
 Filtered feelings and senseless acts
 Injected thoughts, predictable future
 Destroyed bodies come with shattered egos
 Storm bent trees stripped of leaves
 Waiting for a spring that never comes
 Dried up roots aching for water
 Useless reach for an ever-setting sun