What did you expect, I don't know I don't care

I'm sick of being told we can win them all

Bury your head not in sand but in stone

We're only half as ugly as you want.

There's no purpose.

The same old faces drowned by the same clouds

That they were floating in back when they were young

You can get mileage from your God ideal but you know the world could not give a fuck.

There's no purpose.