Three-Dee Melodie

Hideous, on the edge of a precipice
The cavity filled up with forgetfulness
Beyond there's no retribution only war
The society of oblivion after

The meaning of existence
Can't be supplied by religion or ideology

Left to all our creativity we must find
The real significance that wouldn't be mystified

The meaning of existence
Can't be supplied by religion or ideology

The sense or non-sense that will emerge from the precipice
Is only the impact of a creative activity