What then
To be when you easily see through the mask of this world
That purpose is a scam
Fulfillment, an empty promise to keep you hard at work?
What then
When you've examined it all and found
The columns just don't add up
They can't
(Their values were lies all along)
And what then
When you've reduced your old life to a
Pile of soft ash on a yellow sheet what then?
What then, when old demons return with warm arms to embrace you
Now that you realise they were
Friends all along
What then?
What then.
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