What’s the point, it’s just words and words can’t
describe my mood
Nothing can explain the gloomy reality I find myself in What’s the point of opening my eyes to see yesterday
again? Tomorrow will soon be here to remind me of the day before
It’s all the same waking nightmare with only one logical
outcome
What’s the point of radio where always the same heroes
get to play?
Nothing fresh, nothing new they all seem to be singing
the blues
And what’s the point of the tube, the anchormen and bad
news?
Man killing man, white killing red and black killing
black
What’s there to look for if not another conflict that
needs mending?
What’s the point of dreaming when you know how it all
ends?
Here today, dreading tomorrow for its boring
pointlessness
So much suffering, so little I can do and forced to
witness it all
I’m sinking in my grief and seeking only solitude and
isolation
Only I can understand me and all who smile live to deny
What’s the point of it all? Nothing means anything
Since we’ll all be forgotten one day not too long from
now
Nobody cares about anything and nothing matters anyway
It’s all a hoax where some get to play and others get to
pay
If you want my take, it’s all in bad taste
Don’t take yourself so seriously, you too will soon be
gone.
Written by Karim Kadiri 7/4/04 |
