No reason to what you do,
No, none at all.
Everything and nothing,
In the space it takes to say;
"I think I'm dying"
Black and white all over
News print in the rain
Absence and chaos
In whatever you achieve
A new disease has taken you
There's a new one everyday
You get killed and raped and hurt
No reason none at all
Love and hate have understanding
And slaves to do there will
But there's no reason for them
Or for you
And no reason for the ache.
