One more hour of nothing, except sitting here and writing
Writing the nothingness of my lifetime
The harsh reality of the world gone to a blackhole
Everyting not fitting into it's place
All strewed around our Earth as if it's a big garbage can
Oh to live in such a place, some call it a blessing
How is this blessed? It's slowly coming to an end
The death of Ellen pops into my head
That was the time the world started this
The world decided to take her and Hell rose up
Do we decide our fate? Obviously not.