Obsession in the sky, compulsion in the soil.
All means are exhausted, all methods are drained.
All attempts made are made in vain.
It’s futile once again, and futile ever more.
Amidst high-rises and monorails,
Chemicals come; chemicals fail.
Despite my will the morning sun will rise,
And ignite all my failures
In a crimson blaze of florescence.
The morning birds still sing their songs,
Unalarmed by the discord
Of the shotgun barrel in my mouth.
Futile in the way I fail you,
I’m too weak to hold you down,
Everything is sad and quiet now.
Futile in the way I marched you
An empire of sorrows, everyone knows
Trying to hold you down is futile.
Despite my will the morning sun will rise,
Despite my want the evening moon will fall,
And fall, it will fall alone.
In the search for God,
I found faith in a dying star
Cast to sink in cold horizons,
That soon will drag me in.
Futile in the way I fail you,
I’m too weak to hold you down,
Everything is sad and quiet now.
Futile in the way I marched you,
An empire of sorrows, everyone knows
Trying to hold you down is futile.
All means are exhausted, all methods are drained.
All attempts made are made in vain,
It’s futile…