Am I the invention of hatred? Or was hatred born in me? Life delivered by indifference Callous to suffering Progress that is fueled without purpose An engine of entropy Built with detail yet still left heartless Like a machine Some accept that there is no point But we still learn to survive Death's the only means that we have to move on and refine
The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy
A seemingly cruel process leaving us with so much pain And even one small moment of pleasure is from countless hours of misery The invention of hatred
The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy
Am I the invention of hatred? Or was hatred born in me? Life delivered by indifference Callous to suffering You can remove good and evil But we're still left with the burden of sorrow It would be battle if there were even two sides at war The invention of hatred
The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy