Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without you? If you murdered your dreams and we buried you The thought that was the bitter seed, the subterranean trajectory That was thrust deep within the earth, and grew into a twisted tree The origins of modern sadness, to obsess over life and d**h While life is short and growth is slow, patience is the task at hand While the wait for happiness, can be agony An eternity in d**h, can be much more easily achieved It's the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done How sad life can be when those, who once-wanted, don't want anymore And when those who already have it, can't see it, for what it's worth The frustration that as soon as you think that it is all just meaningless You are proven wrong again, when you find meaning at the end...