Force Majeure

Whirlwind of decay
A levitation process
Towards the inexorable
Surrounded by torn particles
Where to from here?
Where to from here?

Delusions
Delusions of any semblance of control
Hurling towards a destination
Of apocalyptic measures
This unstoppable force
Is what pushes us forward
To the end... and the beginning
And to the end... and the beginning...

Futile search for meaning and truth
Gravitational force... holding us down
Constant variable
Of contradictory proportions
Of our very essence
Spiraling into
The black hole of existence

Death is the ultimate plane
The next level beyond
Scattered fragments of definition
The inescapable
Like a shooting star, it is our destination

The most beautiful release

Why do we even bother inhaling oxygen,
When our lungs spit out poison?
Why do we even bother inhaling oxygen,
When our lungs spit out poison?