Unsolvable equation 

Existing leaves red scars on my chest

Life is a pointless game that

most of us choose to play...

But I'd rather bite my tongue and bleed than beg

This well-arranged chaos confuses my senses 

That unaesthetic order hurts my eyes

My cells start rebelling against the nonsense

called existence 

Your civilization is equal to cruelty 

Your evolution is all fake

I look above and I repeat:

(Chorus) 

"What's the point? Where is the end? 

Why did it begin? Is this the competition 

or the reward? What's the point?" 

What if I have more emotions than a human 

body can handle?

What if my mind asks more questions than 

the deities can answer?

What if I have more doubts than will

to survive?

Is the desire for life sado-masochistic? 

Isn't the attraction to death natural? 

Is there a break from this endless quiz? 

Do we live in small cages with open doors 

Or is the whole world an unlockable cage? 

Who will reply to me? 

(Chorus) 

"What's the point? Where is the end? 

Why did it begin? Is this the competition 

or the reward? What's the point?" 

Is the knowledge hidden in the afterlife 

Or am I supposed to figure it all out here? 

What if I had it in me all the time? 

How do I escape the "what ifs"? 

Do I really need to read the Akashik records 

Or can I just devote myself to being? 

The Akashik records (Хрониките на Акаша) според древните атланти са изворът на цялото вселенско знание за всичко, което се е случило преди, което се случва сега и ще се случи в бъдеще 

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