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