What is this existence
Are we really here
Is it some sort of penance
Or is it just the premier
Why do we fiddle
Try to control
Don’t you realize it’s futile
No need to cajole
Why must we torment
Put each other down
Do you not feel lament
When you see somebody frown
Is there an Almighty
Has he become resigned
Is he watching over society
Or has he left us all behind
Do you feel the end coming
Fire or Ice
The Music is fading
Would you want to Go twice
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