Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without you?   If you murdered your dreams and we buried you   The thought that was the bitter seed, the subterranean trajectory   That was thrust deep within the earth, and grew into a twisted tree      The origins of modern sadness, to obsess over life and death   While life is short and growth is slow, patience is the task at hand   While the wait for happiness, can be agony   An eternity in death, can be much more easily achieved      It’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues   The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done      How sad life can be when those, who once-wanted, don’t want anymore   And when those who already have it, can’t see it, for what it’s worth   The frustration that as soon as you think that it is all just meaningless   You are proven wrong again, when you find meaning at the end…