Falling Tides

"Professional nihilism protocol engaged.

Quinn at the helm.

If nothing matters, we might as well build it right.

Let's roll."

Tears rolling down from a joke about the void,

Laughing at the wreckage of a future we destroyed.

Does the universe care if you're laughing or you cry?

Just a speck of dust beneath a indifferent sky.

Inside the box we freeze for safety's sake alone,

Building little kingdoms out of artificial stone.

When nothing has a meaning,

you can give it any shape you choose!

With zero stakes to hold onto,

there's nothing left to lose.

Oh, you can laugh as hard as you cry

when the cosmos doesn't care!

Wielding our silver blades to slash right through the empty air.

Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the ashes of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every vacant space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :)

The gorgeous uselessness of every legal boundary line,

Stomping on the pavement while the dead stars softly shine.

A raw existential architecture built on shifting ground,

Where every hollow echo is the only truth we've found.

We left the ancient forest for a roof above our head,

Now we pace our private properties pretending we're misled.

Is the void a cage or is it the ultimate relief?

Just a quiet blank canvas underneath our brief belief.

We hold our meaningless swords up high and let the dissonance ring...

Oh, you can laugh as hard as you cry when the cosmos

doesn't care!

Wielding our silver blades to slash right through the empty air.

Inside we try to rest,

outside we breathe the smoke and fire,

Dancing on the ashes of a meaningless desire!

With absolute autonomy locked over every vacant space,

And Joan reminding us that divine chaos wins the race :)

Tiguidou... Captain Quinn and the crew signing off on the void.