Morbid Desire to Live

You may mistake
Chaos for grand design
Hold on to one
Ever-elusive lifeline

You may protest or acquiesce
No masterplans and no requests

Perhaps all there is
Is your morbid desire to live
But nobody says
Who made your morbid desire to live

All you people
With all your truths withdrawn
Don’t you ache for
Something to bet your life on

With just silence to argue with
You gather round the monolith

Perhaps all there is
Is your morbid desire to live
But nobody says
Who made your morbid desire to live

If life had a meaning it would be you
The beautiful youness that you’re passing through

Perhaps all there is
Is your morbid desire to live
But nobody says
Who made your morbid desire

Perhaps all there is
Is your morbid desire to live
But nobody says
Who made your morbid desire

Perhaps all there is
Is your morbid desire to live
But nobody says
Who made your morbid desire
To live