There’s no hell under us,
It lies inside,
Where for a certain time it can hide,
But sooner or later,
Someone is bound to find,
All the secret hells you hold inside.
There’s no heaven above us,
Just the small good deeds we do,
We smile and cheer,
And try to get rid of all the inner fear,
But we are really just mere,
Workers of this world.
There is no earth,
just a figment of our imagination,
just our minds creation,
an illusion to make us feel safe,
but sooner or later we leave that place,
and see our true fate,
it’s just an eternal blackness,
in a purgatory,
so much for our huge hopes of glory,
and oh he is so holy,
when all we are truly destined for,
is to be lab rats,
to be clawed at by the big ol’ cats. |
