Letras
Who'd of thought that I'd be here
In your mind, you're loud and clear
But tell me: "I want to know that you're always thinking of me"
But nothing really matters
We're all nothing
Nothing really matters
When you think
But nothing really matters
We're all nothing now
But nothing really matters
Not right now
But nothing really matters
Who'd of thought that I'd be here
In your mind, you're loud and clear
But tell me: "I want to know that you're always thinking of me"
But nothing really matters
We're all nothing
Nothing really matters
When you think
But nothing really matters
We're all nothing now
But nothing really matters
Not right now
But nothing really matters
What is the meaning of life?
The only answer that makes sense is that life is completely pointless:
There is no reason or purpose to live life.
There are no such things as souls or spirits from a scientific standpoint
And there is no such thing as reincarnation or the afterlife.
When you die you stop existing.
It's as simple as that.
You are nothing more than a biological computer
With two arms and two legs.
When you die,
You go back to the same state of nonexistence
That you were in for the past 14 billion years.