No first, no last No slow, no fast No weak, no strong No good, no wrong Not frustrated anymore Not restrained anymore Not shocked, not locked Not pleased, not aware Not teased, not fair No temptation, no corruption No vacation, no deception No punishment, no resentment No disappointment, no commitment A life that is imposed on you That you have to go through successfully According to criterions imposed on you By people whose finiteness defines their inability Unawareness No selfishness No responsibility, no cruelty No animosity, no generosity No choices, no voices No tears, no fears No anguish, no relish No waiting in vain No dealing with pain No peace, no bliss No hell, no bail No feeling, nothing Just plain the end. There will be flowers Growing between your fingers Nothing really matters When it's over.