Nothing makes any sense, we'll all die anyway

Everything will terminace, everything will pass away

Nothing's gonna stay, the memory will perish too

The sun will go out, and then the earth will dry and crack

The univerce will die in spasmatic convulsion

Leaving the emptiness difficult to understand

And afterwards the eruption again, a birth of the world

Which is the beginning of its dying

Again the same earth

The same events

The same people, everything printed in the

old matrix

Everything a new

As ever in cycle

People are born only to die

Birth becomes worse than death

Those who don't see dying of all things

Live unwary and happy

Nothing makes any sence



Pain for all those

Who have thought too much

And have understood nonsense

There's no steadlines

And there newer was

Everything changes

Everything dies

The cycle repeats and passes away



Death is a change

And the change leads to death

The body will die, the soul will get killed

Everything is feeling - that' the only rule



Nothing makes any sense