Forty Years After Null (There's No Answer to the Riddle)

My friend, sweet friend, is everyone condemned?

We sleep and dream, to never wake again

You plead to see, in the church of no belief

A way that hope, is predestined to succeed

Tonight, this night, brings a tranquilizing sense

I killed, and kill, and I swear I'll kill again

We drink our dreams, with the sanctity of tears

And cry in vain, to expiate of our fears

"There's no answer to the riddle; there's no meaning to our lives

Our existence has no context; there's no god or grand design"

My friend, sweet friend, we truly are condemned

We sleep alone, and never wake again

We cleanse ourselves, in the blood of our beliefs

This hand, this knife; are the eyes I use to see

Let's drink and dance, to wash away the pain

The stars that die, will never burn again

We build our dreams, from birth until the end

From blood we come, in blood we shall descend