The Foolishness of Existence - Black Therapy

We can’t deny our feelings, our emotions

Till the end we refuse to accept the foolishness of existance

Struggling to survive in front of a dying world

Loving, suffering, crying, existing

With every fiber of our body we endure

We live our life with weariness and irrilevance

Without prospect and incentive

The mutation we yearned for so long comes in the end

But it’s not what we craved, bringing deep disenchantment

We want some event to rip this wearing monotony

Bringing some vivacity

The mutation we yearned for so long comes in the end

But it’s not what we craved, bringing deep disenchantment

We despairingly hold on to our feelings

Exasperated, at the mercy of events

As humanity grasps at a thin bush of grass

While falling from a cliff in front of a stormy sea

We know the bush of grass won’t be enough to avoid our downfall

But we still hold up to it

We can’t redeem ourself, we are doomed to be destroyed by our own hands