Nothing matters, no one matters, all of us will die No one exists here on purpose, reality a lie Trying to put meaning in your life But there is no grand design You're searching for a spark that doesn't exist Your empty feelings and morals dismissed If you die, no one would cry There is no way that in infinite worlds Your actions have any meaning We are just atoms floating and spinning Creating and destroying Over and over, for no real reason No explanation given There's no grand plan or purpose for you You might as well be a chicken Be a chicken Be a chicken