Loss

Too many things are lost in life

Who can one blame?

Loss is the price for
life in the kenoma

The pool is cold and empty
Particles are rearranged

Nothing is ever new

And nothing is really
lost but the forms
that you cling to

No deal

The world has nothing

To offer, except more of itself

The same old shit 

Dressed up different

In order to fool people

That it's worth tying

Themselves into knots over

The world is never worth that

Dreams have nothing to offer

Ambition has nothing to offer

Love has nothing to offer

Except more of itself

The same old shit

Dressed up different