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