The Point of the Pointless

Shit that you ought not to do but you do it

Part of you just doesn't care

Part of you has too much hate for a world that's so fucked up, hope is an archaic word

There is no more control of ourselves or society at large

Respect is hard to digest, not just for others but also oneself.

So climbing and getting high, especially when you get told not to do it, is the only way to cope

Because dying is really the only answer

The only thing that can help ease the pain of living

And even when you have loved ones around you who are care and all that shit

You know they'll be hurting when you go and even though we are born to die

You can't keep living like this

With all these thoughts and distractions of destruction.