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There truly must be something more than this,
Surely more than declaring that "I won't be missed."
It's not money,
and it's not power.
Oh what in the Hell are we here for?
Who knows,
Maybe nothing at all,
Perhaps we die and fall back into the void from which we come,
no ever-lasting dream, no heaven,
No light at the end of the tunnel fantasy.
Simply the end,
and only,
the end?
[Instrumental]
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"Nobody likes you, everyone left you. They're all out without you, having fun."
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