Ennui
Kent Ola Tobias Svensson
Who make up the rules
Of what I do to myself
Or to anyone else
Who make up the rules
Of the human cage
The core of our age
Who decide where to go
When killing time is taking turns
When the second hour burns
Then, who decide where to go
What’s the point of this
If the love is at waste
An endless run, a desperate chase for
Something no one could embrace
They gave up on your truth
The murder of you
What’s the point in life
When killing time is killing me
When the drugs set you free
Then it shouldn’t matter to me
If I live or die
If there is a god to deny