How can I pretend to live my life,
when I don't know my purpose?
What is our purpose, will it reveal itself in time?
We are opaque in design.
Our world comes crashing down.
These structures we've built crumble to the ground.
Break through the lines, and forever we shall thrive.
This is our revolution, let it begin.
Throw away everything we have learned, every truth,
every niche we have grown to know gone.
This insanity will never subside. Amidst collapse all will align.
The truth is locked away deep in our minds.
How can we pretend to live our lives,
when we don't know what we're fucking fighting for?
There is no purpose, only unanswered questions
There will never be an answer why,
so we just look to the empty sky.
Stare at the sun.
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