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We're all just corpses waiting to decay Searching for meaning is suicide Can we do anything? How can we do anything? Existence is fleeting, a glimpse about the nothing Are we all just metaphors Personifying thoughts Hapless whispers breathed into the wind? Are we all no more than the universe becoming itself The what once was of other stars? Why live, when we could all just be illusions Personifying abstract thoughts? Sleep is an illusion, a mere distraction From entropy's unrelеnting decay, but I make it through Every night And I know I'm alivе I don't know the answers, but I made it through the night And I know I'm alive Sleep is an illusion, a needless distraction From entropy's decay The anxiety of the ticking clock, beating away Second after second, counting down our painless release We're all just corpses waiting to decay