Delusional ants on an overcrowded hill Blinded by hope and illusion of purpose Struggling on like the surrounding mirroring ghost Running in circles Confined by the patterns But who is to judge a change of direction? Were all actors... but no one is watching our performance No Salvation No clamnation No judgements Only speculations No notes to be compared at the end of the road No winner will be crowned, no champion selected All honour soon forgotten in everlasting show All signs of existance... erased... - Am I going to die? - Yes... How does that make you feel? - I feel nothing... Don't wait up for salvation Course there's no purpose in life No pearly gates on the other side There's no purpose in life No horn-crowned majesty To bless you for your sins To die - to leave this place behind Means nothing in the end...