There is no reason for the living You are all a part of my game. For upon your existence My face in dim will appear, As a future doom, in destruction As I urge to see I am the creator of all life You were all constructed for my pleasure You revolution, for which you all strived For generations, so valuable, So precious unknowing, in ruins it will all fall The universe will not have any form, of the mortal living The species will still be present They are in a vortex growing. As I will call forth, when they next day for a future doom is coming And the world will unknowing receive As I push the bu*ton, Now ending these millenniums Yet there are more Who will be followed And destroyed