Endless battles, consistent pain, excruciating
disappointment,
and there is nothing to do but to accept.
War is but war.
Sometimes it seems to me that human nature can't be
compassionate and dignified.
I have seen way more than this life should offer.
Everything looks so meaningless now, like nothing is worth
my trouble, and my trouble is not enough.
I pale in comparison to here and now.
War is but war.
So a gun is pointed to my head right now; this is my wake-up
call.
In fact, this is everybody's wake-up call.
The only problem is nobody is asleep.
We are aware, we are in complete consciousness, the horrible
fact remains that nobody gives a shit, about anything or
anyone. Our pathetic existence does not leave the tiniest
mark on the pages of history.
So why should anybody give a shit about what we are doing
with our lives? The choices that we make?
Life is just a great big waiting room. We're just trying to
make the time go by.
So go right ahead pull it, pull the fucking thing, pull the
god damn trigger.
Lets see if anybody in the freakin' universe cares.
Now that I've come to think of it, this isn't a wake-up
call, no it's not, as a matter fact, this is a good-night
kiss.
'Cause to be perfectly honest, there is absolutely no point
in living, so I might as well just give it all up, right
here right now.
Good night!