Everything leads to nothingness.
Out actions have no meaning
Our words, no impact.
Each path we takes leads to one place.

Is there a heaven?
Is there a hell?
Some people ask these questions to each other.
Every Sunday, all the same meanings, all the same lies.

Is there life after death?
If you ever ask me, I'd say no.
There is no heaven, there is no hell,
There is only nothing.

Only our pain, our sorrow remains.
Every single tear we've ever cried.
Each life we lead, takes us to the end.
The end of the world, the end of everything.

People talk about the apocolypse,
They talk about revolutions and angels.
They say there's truth in each of them.

It's true, about the angels, revolutions and the apocolypse.
But what is so holy of an angel that watches our pain?
What's so special about a revolution that means nothing?
The apocolypse? It's the end of our lives.

She's told me that I do nothing.
That I will become nothing.
She'll never understand that I am nothing.
The darkness has already swallowed my soul.

Everything...leads...to nothing...