Existentialistic Orientation

Welcome to the system
Grab a shovel and begin
The symphony is your clock
The fire - you’re only friend

You must dig through the needles
That inject you with their pain
And finish off your ending
As you step into your grave

Your tears are of no use
Your screams are all in vain
The skin you’ve come to love
Will soon be rearranged

Here you have no name
Not a whisper to betray
Only solitude and emptiness
To curse your charred remains

Watch your courage deceive you
And your strength begin to fail
Fade with the rest
Or fight to no avail

Here you’ll find no comfort
To take you by the hand
The masses walk on guilt
All across our land

Don’t expect a sunrise
For we killed it long ago
You cannot look for something
You never tried to hold

‘A choice. Our choice’
I hear them all say
If you did not want this
You would have chosen that way

I am only a voice
A sigh along the wind
Welcome to the system
Grab a shovel and begin