We are the fine ashes of a rich man\'s cigar
Forever nothing
Came from so far
We are bold, untimeless design
Zero, one and zero one
Until the time has come and gone
And everyone\'s tired of everything
The bottles are drinking themselves slowly
To sleep
Into the ocean of sheep
Wanted for their meat
Another visceral day wasted thrown away
Until the end of time again
Suicide\'s last chance
A fleeting glimpse of death and defeat
It could be worse
Things can be worse
Unless happy succeeds