Contemplation

The duress of contemplation
About transfixed determination
Restricts the freedom of creation
And bounds to obsessive thoughts

There shall be freedom in everything we are
But it just feels like endless repetition
Day in day out this stupid machinery
Year in year out trapped in this machinery

I hope to die to flee this tedium
But I’m stuck to this existence
I cannot give it away so recklessly
For it shall feel enormously

The endless nothingness of death
The numb perfection of everything that is
The empty eternity frightens so much
But it’s the only choice we have

A senseless suffering surrounds us
Suck it in with every breath
Fuck it dead with erratic stress
Transcend it into every fucking cell

We are made out of death
We become death
And the worms will feed
And they die
And they become death
And the rats will feed
And they die
And they become death
And the gras will grow
And it will die
And it will become death

An unavoidable circumstance of life
Is the awareness that you will die
And you will be dead for most of your life
For death is life and life is death

And you will be the dirt
From which once you were born
And you will become the dirt
From which life rises
For everything is ash

The duress of contemplation
About transfixed determination
Restricts the freedom of creation
And bounds to obsessive thoughts

There shall be freedom in everything we are
But it just feels like endless repetition
Day in day out this stupid machinery
Year in year out trapped in this machinery

And in the end
It is all ash
And in the end
It is all flesh

I am nothing
You are nothing
We are nothing
They are all nothing