We're alone, together we are all alone. All men are Islands. All we are all alone, islands with our own time zones. Islands all without our souls. For my generation the bell tolls.
Meaningless. Our lives are simply meaningless. There is no point to, anything that we do. It's all been done there's nothing new. Meaning lies inside the mind, to ease the pain of wasted time.

I keep writing the same song so it sticks in your head, that there's no fucking future, and we'll all end up dead. And I don't trust my parents, and I don't trust my friends. Cause We're all crooked creatures with means to an end. And I feel lik a burden to everyone; I'm the blackest of sheep, in the brightest of suns. This isn't living, it's digging through strife; we are feebly crawling, and calling it life.

I'm a fake, I'm a fraud, a phony, a fuck. I'm a waste of your time, and the worst of your luck. This river of hatred flows through my soul; there's a venom inside; this beast has control. Murder your parents, and murder your friends. Be vicious, and vile, and fight to the end. Don't trust the boys, and don't trust the girls: your lover's a liar, and so is the world. Death is for certain, but glory's a lie. Don't trust your teachers, for all teachers lie; prophets will profit off fears, and lies. So fuck it, let's burn, we're all going to die!

No future. No future. No future. There. Is. No. Future.