What is to this Life
I sit and I ponder
What is to this life
Maybe it's nothing
But a dream we'll soon awake from
Maybe it's our curse
Our own living nightmare
Or even Hell risen
From the depths of the Earth
There may be more
To this thing called reality
But in the end it doesn't matter
For I'm ready for death
Cause death isn't a strife
And besides that's the whole point of life
To live, to die
And leave nothing behind
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