The eyes are the windows of the soul   And behind these eyes lurks a black hole   I often wonder who's really insane…    … the givers or receivers of all the world's pain?      I always seek to escape this place   But then I always come back for more   The only way to appreciate wealth   Is to dream of it in vain when you are poor      Everyone owes a death      We try to make sense of the unknowable   And what we find may be unbearable   We need to understand the bias of the lens   Through which we choose to view this world      And only then a semblance of peace   Some shred of meaning to clutch to our chest   Some token that our life meant something   As we shambled blindly towards our death      The cries of the damned welcome me home      Our 'life cycle' is just recycled life   We just take up space until we die   Our demise may as well be preordained   Is it anywonder we couldn't care less?      The black orb of another sun rising   Another day to watch our dreams dying   Sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing   Seeking comfort in banality