The Can-Crushing Day

You come into the world with nothing
And leave again with nothing
So you don't need to gain anything
Because you will have to give it up

The world corrupted my soul
Like a cliche
Consumerism took my freedom
And made me think I could be happy
By being something

It's all philosophy
Fulfilling a prophecy
And nothing is fact like it was
When you had no motive to find out

Sometimes I care
But there's nothing to care about
If I'm just living for myself
You aren't existing if you don't know the truth

It's like they don't want you to think
Because you might end up too free

Talking is nothing
It doesn't keep a record
And if everything matters
Then why are we still searching

Ignorance is bliss
But I don't want to be blissful
I'd rather know
One day you have to stop somewhere
And choose that you are content
In knowing nothing else
And accept your fate

You can't trust anything
It could be a conspiracy
People find comfort in knowledge
And it's never enough to sustain the feeling