Three-Dee Melodie
Hideous, on the edge of a precipice
The cavity filled up with forgetfulness
Beyond there's no retribution only war
The society of oblivion after
The meaning of existence
Can't be supplied by religion or ideology
Left to all our creativity we must find
The real significance that wouldn't be mystified
The meaning of existence
Can't be supplied by religion or ideology
The sense or non-sense that will emerge from the precipice
Is only the impact of a creative activity
