On Futility

Hope is forever

A curse of our existence

Compelled we search for meaning

When we know, it's fucking hopeless

So like Sisyphus we will roll the stone

Over and over and over

Until we slip and it crushes us

Beneath the weight of broken promises

Of words that never stood a chance

Of lies we told ourselves

To help us sleep

We'll never find the way, the truth, the light

Because there never was one to find

Endlessly we cling to the comforting lies

When deep down we know, that nothing

Nothing takes away

The pain of finality

Of eternity

Of futility

We'll never find the way, the truth, the light

Because there never was one to find

Yet endlessly we cling when all logic defies

When deep down we know that heaven, heaven is a lie

For these are the ghosts of our reverie

The desires of our terminal mind

Born astride the grave

No one will be saved

Better to have been born blind

And enthralled by the night

Than bewitched by the light