Listening for sounds inside empty spaces
Reading the signs upon empty faces
This is the lot of the thinking breed
The fertile ground where ideas take seed
This Sartrian web of existence it seems
serves as backdrop to more sinister schemes
Like conventional wisdom and protocol
Why should any of this matter at all?
Sycophantic fools serve at the behest
of those who would crush us, should we protest
Self-deceit is built upon vanities flattered
Now they can’t comprehend how their plans were all shattered
So now will they finally surrender to need
and fully embrace their nihilist creed?