The same old routine's dragging on
Our zombied bodies slump along
We philosophise more and more
Making our forgetful brains sore
For we are rotten, we are gross
But isn't that just how life goes?
We all will fall, we all will die
Nothing matters so we ask why
We have to live, we have to be
We have to pretend we're happy
*Because in actuality
No one lives for eternity*
So what's the reason for our race?
Is it for love or for disgrace?
There is no clear answer just yet
Or else there was, but we forget
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
The same old routine's dragging on
Our zombied bodies slump along
We philosophise more and more
Making our forgetful brains sore
For we are rotten, we are gross
But isn't that just how life goes?
We all will fall, we all will die
Nothing matters so we ask why
We have to live, we have to be
We have to pretend we're happy
*Because in actuality
No one lives for eternity*
So what's the reason for our race?
Is it for love or for disgrace?
There is no clear answer just yet
Or else there was, but we forget
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