What's the point of life
When it's all destruction and pain
Soon we'll have only acid rain
What's the point with all this strife
What's the point of d**h
You'll never be
able to see
Not even take a breath
What's the point of feelings
Controlling our actions
Deciding right from wrong
Dividing us into fractions
What's the point of thoughts
To dream about things we'll never have
and live in constant worry
a very fickle story
What's the points of anything
everything will soon be lost
in time and effort
Things will be covered with frost
What's the point of everything
To fight for stuff that's right
and to fight for what we need
screw it i say, turn off the light