This is the casket you sleep in
Oh poor ape, living futile life
Searching for the truth
Denying the only certainty he’ll ever have
Righteous man, living by the book
Blaming the devil for each and all modern ills
A lifestyle that pacifies your existence
It’s your false concept of progress
It’s your reactionary views leading us to nowhere
It’s your ideologies
The casket you sleep in and we all die alone
Wretched
Desperately searching for hope
And there is no peace in death
Nothing to appease your shattered heart and aspirations
We are all alone
This place is our tomb
Oh and your endless quest for truth, for unity
With a closet full of skeletons
Bones of the victims, casualties, human sacrifices
Doesn’t your quest lose all of its meaning?
Sisyphus, who you try to fool?
This is not what you’re here for
Sisyphus, are you tired yet?
This is just getting started
Revolt, freedom, passion
