Sometimes it all falls apart, and nothing
You do can change it anyways, and everything
Will always come back to haunt you
And you'll wish to God you hadn't lived for the
Moment. But you know you won't change. And life
Will just turn out the same: endless days with
Meaningless talk, one melting into the other.
And you live with your illusion till it's something
You believe with all your heart until you end up
Alone on your death bed, wondering why.

Illusion kills, it shatters and mames
And in the end you're just the same.
A faceless no one with no name
And all your efforts turn out lame.