We're just figures
Fused to the earth
With no destination

We are all confused

We want to do this
But know it’s wrong
We're pressured to do that
When we don’t want to
We put on a mask to hide our souls
In fear of lack of acceptance
As we feel ourselves growing
we go nowhere

We think there's such thing as
Perfection
When everything is imperfect
We think there's a final fate
When in actuality all we’ll do

Is die.

We're confused because
The point of life is pointless.