Nothing makes any sense, we'll all die anyway Everything will terminace, everything will pass away Nothing's gonna stay, the memory will perish too The sun will go out, and then the earth will dry and crack The univerce will die in spasmatic convulsion Leaving the emptiness difficult to understand And afterwards the eruption again, a birth of the world Which is the beginning of its dying Again the same earth The same events The same people, everything printed in the old matrix Everything a new As ever in cycle People are born only to die Birth becomes worse than death Those who don't see dying of all things Live unwary and happy Nothing makes any sence Pain for all those Who have thought too much And have understood nonsense There's no steadlines And there newer was Everything changes Everything dies The cycle repeats and passes away Death is a change And the change leads to death The body will die, the soul will get killed Everything is feeling - that' the only rule Nothing makes any sense