No meaning, no truth
Just here to avoid despair
No prospect, no use
We can just end it here

In death we are denied our context
Pointless are your little moral whims

Your plans to change everything are made in vain
In time they will return to their natural state

In death we are denied our context
Pointless are your little moral whims
In life we don't give a single thing
Brief passing from the eternal void

There is simply silence
Utter and absolute
A just universe wouldn't tolerate my existence
Man is garbage
Man is garbage