Why should I fight
When no one walks
Out of the smoke?
Nature has no politics
Only oblivion
Everyday feels like
The weight of a tombstone
Laid on top of my chest
The granite fights my rib cage
And my will begins to die
Why should I fight
When no one walks
Out of the smoke?
Nature has no politics
Only oblivion
How can you navigate yourself
With a compass that only points
Straight back into the ground?
I get no pleasure
From playing god anymore
This economy of secrets
Humbles me into dust
Why should I fight
When no one walks
Out of the smoke?
Nature has no politics
Only oblivion
How can you navigate yourself
With a compass that only points
Straight back into the ground?
All I have is
Believing in nothing