Defeating the Purpose

How many people left to die? How many people want to cry? Waiting for help to fall down from the sky What do you do when there’s no more? When you’re passed out on the bathroom floor The truth is this: your world’s become a whore Where do you go when you close your eyes? Do you float around in all you lies, or Console yourself by wearing a disguise What is it, you got left to give? Dismantled by the world’s own sieve And living for yourself- forget and not forgive Is there anything but destruction left? Inside your heart’s obsessed with death Killing yourself with every single breath Living your life in eternal bliss, Living for nothing - defeating the purpose.