Am I the invention of hatred?

Or was hatred born in me?

Life delivered by indifference

Callous to suffering

Progress that is fueled without purpose

An engine of entropy

Built with detail yet still left heartless

Like a machine

Some accept that there is no point

But we still learn to survive

Death's the only means that we have to move on and refine



The truth appears to be empty

We face chaos and entropy

The truth appears to be empty

We face chaos and entropy



A seemingly cruel process leaving us with so much pain

And even one small moment of pleasure is from countless hours of misery

The invention of hatred



The truth appears to be empty

We face chaos and entropy

The truth appears to be empty

We face chaos and entropy



Am I the invention of hatred?

Or was hatred born in me?

Life delivered by indifference

Callous to suffering

You can remove good and evil

But we're still left with the burden of sorrow

It would be battle if there were even two sides at war

The invention of hatred



The truth appears to be empty

We face chaos and entropy

The truth appears to be empty

We face chaos and entropy



Chaos

Chaos and entropy