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We nothing are but the ashtray of our own unattainable dreams

Shadows of what we once were

the clock is slowing ticking

on our way we should have run faster

The truth is out there

And as an extension to nothingness

We turn our back to the light

For they hold the digit that colors the sky

As a burning attempt to burn us all

Just a form, not a human

Just a number, not a face

Just another lost maggot in this puile of rotten bodies

Just a number, not a face

Just a code, not a soul

We all know suffering is so much better

Its odor is worth worship

Like the pale creature once told

I envy who all the world holds

Hid as they climb

Those lying bodies rot

Underneath the falling laws

Just a form, not a human

Just a number, not a face

They deny both fear and time

Just a number, not a face

Just a code, not a soul

And as their fall begins

Joy and calm takes over

Till death shows its cards

Till the void opens once more

No last tales shall be told