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The Use of Anything
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Angst What the hell's the use of words,
If no one here will listen?
Talking, noise, and nonsense notions,
In a sea of lies that glistens.
What the hell's the use of voice,
If speak I must, but no one cares?
The invisible man among my friends,
In a life that crumbles, but I still bare it.
What the devil is this thing,
This thing that you call song?
Expressions based on politics,
To you what's right or wrong.
What's the point, and what's the deal,
What the hell's the reason?
For this miserable life you lead,
And for your soul's next treason?
What's the next step, and what's your take?
What will the future bring next?
In the twisted world of sin,
Where all you do is sing text?
The invisible man, the quiet man,
The one who doesn't quiver.
Underneath Satan's hand,
From the fire you will shiver.
What's the point, and what's the use.
We'll all be fallen and dead.
So what do you mean, what's your issue,
When shit is all that's been said?
What's your cause, now what's your fate,
In a world where you don't matter?
What's your excuse for your actions?
What will you say when you climb the ladder?
What's your excuse?
-Morbid Seraphim
