| To have no known purpose | |
| I am stuck between worlds | |
| We all lose our senses | |
| Made to be so pointless | |
| You spent your whole life searching | |
| For something not on this world | |
| You always lose at your game | |
| Indifferent it is still the same | |
| You’re still the same | |
| Now friends I tell you that there is a place of numbness | |
| Without a beginning | |
| Without end | |
| Does this even matter if it’s all just inside your head? | |
| There is no existence but that which we make | |
| All equates to being less than a man-made fake | |
| And does this seem so pointless to you? | |
| And do you know where we are going to? | |
| To have no known purpose | |
| I am stuck between worlds | |
| We all lose our senses | |
| Made to be so pointless |
| To have no known purpose | |
| I am stuck between worlds | |
| We all lose our senses | |
| Made to be so pointless | |
| You spent your whole life searching | |
| For something not on this world | |
| You always lose at your game | |
| Indifferent it is still the same | |
| You' re still the same | |
| Now friends I tell you that there is a place of numbness | |
| Without a beginning | |
| Without end | |
| Does this even matter if it' s all just inside your head? | |
| There is no existence but that which we make | |
| All equates to being less than a manmade fake | |
| And does this seem so pointless to you? | |
| And do you know where we are going to? | |
| To have no known purpose | |
| I am stuck between worlds | |
| We all lose our senses | |
| Made to be so pointless |
| To have no known purpose | |
| I am stuck between worlds | |
| We all lose our senses | |
| Made to be so pointless | |
| You spent your whole life searching | |
| For something not on this world | |
| You always lose at your game | |
| Indifferent it is still the same | |
| You' re still the same | |
| Now friends I tell you that there is a place of numbness | |
| Without a beginning | |
| Without end | |
| Does this even matter if it' s all just inside your head? | |
| There is no existence but that which we make | |
| All equates to being less than a manmade fake | |
| And does this seem so pointless to you? | |
| And do you know where we are going to? | |
| To have no known purpose | |
| I am stuck between worlds | |
| We all lose our senses | |
| Made to be so pointless |