Place of Nothing - Marianas Rest

There is no point to act

If there is no tomorrow

In a place of nothing

We are all born and raised denied of rights

Stuck in a world of easy solutions

Simplified and stripped to a frame

A blank tape for someone to play

Amongst an audience of deaf and the dull

Dressed to impress the blind

In a universe of dark stars

Words like firebombs thrown in masses

Just in time to watch the world burn

Dream bliss movement through coma

Filtered feelings and senseless acts

Injected thoughts, predictable future

Destroyed bodies come with shattered egos

Storm bent trees stripped of leaves

Waiting for a spring that never comes

Dried up roots aching for water

Useless reach for an ever setting sun

There is no reason to act

For there is no tomorrow

In a kingdom of failures

Walk through fire just to get drowned

Stand up to hear the gospel of damned

Soothing hymns for the forsaken

An observer on the deck of Mary Celeste

And weather is looking fine

Delay time to hear the attrition of minds

In the market of bad ideas

Every soul is a price taker

We are all done here, pour salt on the ground