Where am I?
What day is it?
What am I doing?
It's nothing for nothing if everything's gone
Going through motions in abandoned hope
Wave at the moon, feeling a dope
Tail chasing cats circle the globe
A grand dance of our pretended relevance
An homage to the void we say to avoid
The death of the 'why'
Cause 'why' kills the lie
In silent lullaby
The wages of sin as death pays the rent
But run from gifts that are heaven sent
Claiming the future must be bent
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