And the weight of existence is dire
What if there's no end of the line
What if the end is an edge set on fire
What if there's no cross for a soul so vile or solace for one that's fine
What if the questions in our hearts get no answers
What if we are the only piece of breathing rock floating in endless nothing
What if destiny is a myth as the zodiac, like pisces and cancers
What if the scales at the end, are life and human loathing
What if we are only conscious molecules, unfeeling and soulless
What if the broken pictures we painted as kids were our destinies self writing
What if in the mirror, what we see is one in a thousand, in truth we're faceless
What if there's no battle with an unseen foe, we just severed products of a bloody infighting
What if someday the one you keep wrapped up a thousand layers deep breaks free
What if you finally recede and you're no longer in control
What if your boxes break and they're...